The filthy age.

Freddie is motoring around and into everything these days. Babygates are up, but let's be honest - they're just to keep him from tumbling down the stairs. He is all over the house, slithering and crawling, which means his clothing is constantly covered in snow melt-off (i.e. mud) and dog hair, the dog freely licks his face so he sometimes smells like dog breath (mmmmm...), and he is usually crusty with food.

Yeah, all that and he's still sweet.



Who me? Filthy? (as he tries to get the dog bone from under the chair and chew on it)