Lucy has figured out that if she bugs me enough when I am busy on the computer she’ll be put in her crate and get a cookie. Then, after she’s in the crate for a little while, she plays the prisoner with a tin cup (runs her paws down the crate door bars several times) she gets to come out again.

Gavin knows if he trips me while I am carrying The Curmudgeon’s lunch to him, he might just get a chance to snag a half a sandwich off the floor.

Lucy knows The Curmudgeon always comes down from his nap with a butterscotch candy in his mouth and if she barks at him enough he’ll give her a tiny piece.

Yes, life with Bull terriers is never dull.

Dis hat is too flat