Here they are playing sort of a backwards game of peekaboo:
Even with all the wild play for about 45 minutes, Reggie still found the energy to get up to a little mischief... Nibbling on plants....
|"Mmmm. Succulents. They're so... succulent!"|
And trying to eat bark...
|His bark (addiction) is worse than his bite.|
But... When he's all cleaned up, doesn't he look like a mother's angel, complete with little gray fluffy wings and everything?
He even has an extra set of "wings" on his butt. Or maybe he's like those old 1950s Chevys with the fins.
In Other Wee News
I wrote a guest post for Digital Book Today confessing that I'm a slow reader. If you want to stop by and check it out, it's right here: In Defense of the Slow Reader.
*I tried to look up the origin of the phrase little dickens (apparently it's just from dickens being a euphemism for devil; nothing to do with Charles Dickens!) and ended up going down quite the internet rabbit hole of why we call people named Richard "Dick."
Thanks to my sis for the "angel" pics, and thanks Snoopy’s Dog Blog, Alfie’s Blog, and My Brown Newfies for hosting Monday Mischief!