When we have a day (or part of a day) free to do a few much-needed loads of laundry, we tend to just launch the loads out of the drier and onto the furniture...and animals...and children....until all our loads are done, and we are ready to begin folding. Sam has always enjoyed these times, because he's a warm-blooded little dog, and gets chilled easily. Even in summer. He loves to curl up on (or even under) a warm load just out of the drier. Fred, however, is indifferent to heat or cold, and just suffers in silence when laundry is placed strategically on top of him.
Fred is not above playing it for laughs. Sam likes to stay a safe distance from any fun-making that might be in the offing. He is very susceptible to humiliation, and likes to avoid it when possible.
Fred is...just Fred. He takes things with a grain of salt and a thick skin. Possibly the thickest. Maybe even a little too thick.
This was actually a few weeks ago, and QQ is now in college....or so it seems. I hate that every time I get a little behind in posting photos, I find that she looks like a totally different person than she did three weeks ago. It's alarming.
Here she is doing her daily yoga.
Fred contemplating taking a bath in the leavings of QQ's bath. I think he secretly wants to play with her boats and rubber ducky collection.
Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. That hits the spot.