Bones

Sometimes in the evening I give the dogs bones so that they calm down so that I can watch TV peacefully; or in tonight's case cry for two hours watching Grey's Anatomy. Sometimes it's not so peaceful because Earl likes to try to "collect" all of the bones, via intimidation tactics and so I spend a lot of time monitoring Earl's behavior to make sure he is not bullying everyone else into giving him their bones. He doesn't even chew on the bones. Below is the video of Earl "chewing" on a bone. I don't mind this so much because it makes the bones last longer. They're expensive.

Today we also cleaned out all of the dresser drawers, the closet in anticipation of a possible wardrobe purchase and made a purse. Earl's my go to guy for cleaning and finding stuff. Mostly because he always follows me from room to room so I figure he has to know where I've left stuff. He's not so good at sewing purses. Mostly because he just gets thread all over him.

Randi actually chews on a bone:

Earl shows off his prize of a bone:

Randi and Clark forget that there is no getting it on in my bed unless I'm involved. (Not with them obviously, that's gross.):