Milo the Destructor of Worlds has earned himself a new nickname: First Mate.
Our little man went on his first canoe ride tonight, and he handled it like a champ.
When Brian suggested we give it a try, I immediately envisioned a grappling match involving nails clawing into skin and limbs slipping through my grasp and, ultimately,a giant splash wherein Milo exits the canoe starboard and sinks like a rock. Milo, however, decided to be on his best behavior instead. I guess there's a first time for everything.
Observe:
Awww, here we are in the canoe together. Aren't we cute?
Like a f*cking Christmas card, over here.
Like a f*cking Christmas card, over here.
This is honestly the first time I ever saw him sit so still for so long.
Again, sitting still. I swear, he was either hypnotized by the water, or having a petit mal seizure. Either way...awesome.
Too bad Jericho is a vagina and won't step foot on the dock if we even think about getting him in the canoe. I mean, I know we neutered him and all but seriously, that dog needs to grow a pair.
So this is pretty much what we have here at home:
What a team...
But....BUT ...at least one of them will get in the canoe now.
Small victories, people. Small victories.
3 comments:
The pictures from the canoe are beautiful!
The dog-in-canoe pics were very cute.
Almost as cute, though, as the strategically-placed asterisk in the word "f*cking."
That g#dd@mn sh!t was totally f*ck!ng b!tch@ss cute!
The real test would be if he willingly gets back into the canoe for another ride.
I also enjoy how Jericho tolerates sharing the couch but refuses to acknowledge the wee-one's presence by sitting with his back towards Milo.
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