Two Bad Boys

So Abe has reached the age where he gets in very persistent in his pursuit of what he wants and becomes very grumpy if he doesn't get it. Last weekend when we were cooking Abe kept trying to grab the pots on the burners. When he wouldn't stop, we gave Abe his first time-out. Emily had him stand in the corner for a minute. He cried the whole time, but stayed where he was suppose to. A few days later he kept taking things out of the dishwasher when Emily told him not to. She gave him another time-out, but this time he didn't do to well. He had one of his super-cries and ended up passing out. Good thing Emily could tell he was about to pass out so she could pick him up before he passed out. Silly Buddy.

A few days later I was making dinner. I had chopped up all of the lamb and was about to start cooking it when Abe needed a change. When I got back from changing Abe's diaper and was about to start cooking the lamb, something seemed a little strange. Like I couldn't the lamb anywhere. I quickly deduced where the missing lamb was: in Banjo's stomach! I gave the 'Dood a good yell and put him in his kennel until Emily came home. Bad Banjo!

Every blog needs a few random pictures.

Abe wearing our head lamp. We used it to look at our fireplace. He was trying to do the same thing.
Banjo: pre-eating-one-pound-of-raw-lamb.
Last weekend we made two raised flower beds for our back yard. 10' x 4' and 12' x 4'. Here Abe is helping pull up some weird boarder that the last owners had. That weird double-cone behind Abe is one of our compost bin. We also buried the bottom half of that last weekend. That's the compost bin where we put Banjo's poops.
Abe playing with a friendly worm.
We made some grubbin' French Toast this weekend. We used Jewish Sabbath bread we had the night before.