Not a bunch of croc.

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This picture reflects one of my favorite things about Rosie George. And recently, it has become ever apparent that I focus on the things I like about our CRAZY teenage dog versus the things that make me want to put her up for adoption... i.e. eating poop and rubbing it all over my bedroom floor. I am going to choose to overlook that horrible moment and instead think about this.

Hmm? Happy filter, perhaps? I wonder if I can transfer this whole concept to other unpleasantries in my life. I'll get back to you on that one.

But Rosie.

You might be thinking, "why in the world is that Dog going to eat that Croc?" I mean, "what kind of owner supports that sort of shenanigans..." And given recent Rosie George behaviors this could have very likely been the plan... except I know her. She isn't going to eat it.

I promise.
She just wants to cuddle it for a bit.

Every night after we put the kids to bed, Rosie will go through the house and find something that belongs to one of them. I have been observing this behavior for a couple weeks now and I am always intrigued to see what she can find. Quite honestly, she may have hit the motherload here. Gabriel is in love with his spiderman crocs. In fact, many a day he tries to nap in them (like today). They are sticky and dirty and I am almost positive would taste like a combination of ice cream and gravel if you were to lick them. A true Gabriel concoction. And why wouldn't you want to snuggle that?

Speaking of our sweet little man. Look who decided to be a BIG boy and last in his underoos all day long. Same pair. All day. Just sayin'. (Not the best shot because he was potty dancing to celebrate his success at the time. Rest assure though--- it was really cute.)

Rosie definitely has good taste because he is a great one to cuddle... and that ain't a load of croc.