For over two years now, our two boys, Max and Sam, have found their status in the family slipping further away. They are regulated to spending tons of time on the couch, recovering and thinking about yesterday.
They work hard to try and regain our attention every day; their list of crimes increasing.
* stealing complete loaves of bread
* sneaking food wrappers under the bed
* chewing up the girls milk cups
* doing "drive by licks" of the girls snacks and cups
* working their way into the girls high-chairs to grab food remnants.
The list is growing. They just don't get it. We still love them, but they are still just the dogs.
