Look at the baaaaby!

Oh, sure. His best friends in England have a baby and he’s all smiles. OK, fine. So I run like a mad dog when you drop the leash. And I’m occasionally anti-social and maybe need some medication. But there are no pictures of anyone holding me like this! And of course, Tall Dad loves this picture. Apparently he likes babies. So do I–just not raw ones. (Just kidding there– I have no idea what babies taste like, but if they taste like BBQ ribs I’m in big trouble.)