This is the puppy.
Hawkeye grew to be the teenage twerp he is today. If he could, Hawkeye would wear baggies jeans below his butt with boxers sticking out the top. He'd wear a flat brimmed baseball cap and drive a truck that is raised with oversized tires. He's that kind of twerp. Like we need another tongue-dangling twerp in the house. (I'll let you guess who the other one is!)
Most of the time Hawkeye looks like this. All four of his feet are rarely on the ground at the same time. Hawkeye's favorite snack is socks. Mostly smelly boy socks. Mmmmmmmm.
This is Spirit.
"Are you kidding me lady! I'm in my golden years! G.O.L.D.en years! What am I suppose to do with that little twerp!"
This is a picture of the Livy and Jujube being both insolent and adorable at the same time! It doesn't have anything to do with the twerp and the old lady. But it's my blog, and I can post it if I want to.
Sometimes Spirit knows it's easier to let Hawkeye think he's the boss. He's not, but Spirit is a smart gal who knows how to pick her battles.
That's It! I've had enough your hoodlum ways!
You whipper snapper!
What you need is a good ol' fashioned whoopin'!"