Come Together

It's that time of the week, some of you have been clamouring for - since my political posts are too real; too depressing.

I get it.  I figure as painful as those can be, it's better than sweeping it under the rug, as we need to keep vigilant.

The week should end on cuteness. So let it be written, so let it be told.......

Bad picture, bad lighting. But Sophie and Shep face-to-face. 

Sure, there's some hissing and barking, but they're finding their way. 

Sophie puts up with the jumping on the chair and Shep's basic bull in a china shop. 

She finally gave him a big whap yesterday. It did nothing. 

Shep is quite quite comfortable sleeping upstairs with us now. He has made it his own. 

And probably rightfully so.  

Now that Sophie has decided to not let Shep seclude her upstairs, she's back to cuddling as needed. I'm happy to give her as many kisses as she needs / wants. 

....and she and Shep have their moments - close by and quiet. We are getting there. 

Song by: the Beatles