Frankienymmiesunnyblog

Here we are again, waiting on our nightly canned food. Nymmie is snacking on dry food, but Sunny and Frankie said they would just wait.

Nymmie can eat that old dry food, but Frankie would really rather have some canned food.

This is an above view of the bubba’s sharing the recliner.

Frankie’s idea of playing means that he exerts no effort. If the toy comes to him, he’s glad to reach out a paw, as long as he doesn’t have to get up and move.

If Frankie is in the recliner and Nymmie wants it, he just squeezes in.

They have their arguments from time to time, but at the end of the day they just like to hang out.

I’m not sure where he wants to go, but the shipping will be expensive at his weight.

I’m not sure how this happened, but I probably don’t want to know.

Frankie is very happy with his new bed. He thinks that this 32 by 40 inch memory foam dog bed is finally a bed big enough for him.

Three little dum-dums all in a row.

Then a few moments later.

And then, believe it or not, five days later!

I will let you know that they did go elsewhere in the interim.