A boy and his dog, or his daddy's dog, always make for a cute photo.
A couple of weeks ago Tate pulled out a coloring book and some crayons for some quality coloring, with Cheyenne. Chey obviously hadn't intended to serve as Tate's table, but I guess she thought "he's not acting spastic and he's not hurling anything in my direction. I suppose I can handle this." Plus I think Chuck might have been petting her. She'll put up with A LOT if she's getting loved on by her daddy!
I have to admit the interactive coloring lasted much longer than I thought it would. But apparently coloring takes a lot out of a little fellow. Before too long Tate crashed out right there by his coloring budding. What a sweet old girl! (She's 10!)
Switching gears... my handsom little devil was kind enough to pause from the fun and games to pose for a pictures by these beautiful roses last weekend! Amazingly no flowers were harmed in the shooting of this picture!!!
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