Boys will be boys.

This week was really tough for us. I've had a nasty cold for almost two weeks. I've lost my voice and coughed constantly every night which = no sleep for me and no sleep for G. So of course, on Friday, we were both exhausted and in need of a celebratory TGIF cocktail. G started with his favorite beer of the moment, Helles. And like clockwork, the "Beer is good for dogs." speech begins. This means that it's inevitable that Robbie, always patiently waiting, will get a little taste too. I already know what you're thinking...





I know, it's a shame.