Artimus and Gollum have pondered this question ever since the big move. It has rained nearly every day; besides the rain, the temperatures have not impressed them much.

Finally we get a break one afternoon/evening and they appreciated a little time outdoors. They had their own yard...oh yeah, except for that pesky beast over to there. What IS THAT THING? Get it out of here, NOW! Tom and I had to sit them down for another little chat and explain that this was not a temporary situation. We were not babysitting, we were not fostering this child. She is here to stay. Gollum pretended to die....

He flattened out like a pancake. We were like "Nope, Gollum, it's not gonna work; you can ignore her, but she isn't going away. You can even be mean to a certain extent. But you have a pretty decent life; don't be so spoiled."

If you look very closely, you can see he actually has his hand over his eyes. Artimus, thanks for being such and unselfish good sport about all of this. Mallory adores you and your amazing consumption skills in the rawhide department.

Artimus is my angel face.