Stanley had to say goodbye to his good friend Quackers N. Cheese this week. They played a little too rough and as a result, Stan is now without a squeaky toy to annoy the neighbors with. We have a basket of tennis balls for him courtesy of bad tennis players in the neighboring apartment complex, but Stan prefers his toys to squeal in agony when he's playing with them.
The next time I go home to the US, I'm coming back with a bag full of squeaky toys for him to destroy at his leisure. I'm sure our neighbors will be thrilled.
Little Joe, on the other hand, would rather sleep all day. Every once in a while he gets into it with Stanley, but then he remembers he's not the young pup he once was and goes back to his corner of the living room.
Hope everyone has a great weekend!