An Ode to the Furbabies

Since we've had our squirts, our furry children have taken a backseat which I'm assuming has been pretty traumatic for them. Gracie has probably gotten it the worst. She was used to running the show and had Brent and myself at her beckon call. Now, she's lucky if we remember to fill up her food bowl. Initially, she was very skittish of the babies and wouldn't come within 10 feet of the flailing little annoyances. Now, she's becoming super jealous and will try and squeeze herself into spaces between us and the babies. The other day, we caught her grooming Callie's out of control hair. So, as much as she would hate to admit it, I think she's becoming fond of the little boogers. Tony (our retarded cat) is still oblivious to their existence. The puppies are actually quite proud of the runts. We'll take them for a walk with the babies in the stroller and they walk at guard very close to the stroller. Of course, if they happen upon a piece of poop from another dog, it's treat enough to forget their duties as watchdogs. Anyway, here are pictures of the furry kids I took today. Kiddie (the hyena look alike) resembles a piece of very ugly road kill in this picture! He's precious!