Nash and Toad chillaxin' on the bed
The boyz seem to get along so well. It fascinates me to watch how they communicate (or, occasionally, don't). And I love their crazy post-eating wrestling matches. I'm feeding them a food currently which has two different kinds of kibble - one lighter, softer, and more 'meatlike' (according to the human marketing geniuses anyway...), and one crunchier and darker. It seems that Nash prefers the darker bits, and Toad the softer ones. Last night, after Nash walked away from his left-behind bits for a drink, Toad finished them up before he got back. He was chagrined when I 'refunded' Nash from the uneaten hard kibble in his bowl. Toad lives in a Toad-centric universe :)
I promise this isn't going to turn into a dog-blog!