Poor ole Logan, all he ever hears from me is “Drop that Logan!” or “Logan drop!”
You see, he’s a bird dog and he’s “mouthy”. As a result, whenever anyone enters our home (friend, foe, or family), he immediately finds something to pick up with his mouth and proceeds to wiggle around said person for about 5 minutes.
He has been constantly grabbing the kids stuffed animals or toys and is constantly being told to leave them alone. I finally realized the reason he always grabs the kids toys is because he no longer has any toys to call his own. So today, at Tar-jay, we picked out a few new “lovies” for Logan. I’m sure they will be destroyed in less than a week, but for now, he’s “lovin it”.
(ignore the pants a certain son is flapping in the background)






Oh. my. word. That lobster is hilarious. Samson would have loved that.