I think Abi might be getting a little bit better on the Prozac. She has extreme separation anxiety from me. So when I go out, she gets very upset.
My Charlie boy is a little more laid back, thank goodness.
They are staring out at the morning rain. Not much to watch. Not many dog walkers or joggers this morning.
Charlie is my little guard dog, ever vigilant for noises and things outside the windows.
Our sweet babies have personalities all their own. These two are my constant companions, loyal and attentive. What more could one ask for? Friends forever.