Brothers

Post Halloween. Pre-Election. Everyday between is Day of the Dead. 

Let's try to refocus with dogs and cats. At least it will distract us for a short while. 

Tuna day. 

Simon had initial shot at the can, Shep steps in for clean up. 

The man was totally unfazed by this. 

We had a dad-son outing on our own. 

He MAY have gotten a fry.  And part of my hamburger. 

I always say hi to Olive when I visit my friend Bob. 

On our said outing, Shep needed water. 

I am far too disabled to bend down to give him water.  (I'm not, but I like him on the tables.)

Simon enclosed. 

I'm no fan of his. The cane isn't helping. He retreats whenever he sees / hears me coming. But he's still using the toy I got him. If only as a refuge. 

Mid-Fall Day. 

Let's face it. We still have 7 weeks of autumn left. 

Tuna day. 

The one time Simon will forgo trepidations about the cane. Shep had some tuna in his bowl as well, and then he was very respectful of Simon until he was done. 

This one is just for Simon's markings. 

Song by: the War on Drugs