The Three Musketeers.
My baby brudder Oscar is a teenager which means he has a lot of pent up energy and very little impulse control. So he's supposed to be resting his neutered/spayed/cryptorchid gut but he wants to play. So my ma ape decided to tempt fate and let him play a little bit today. Yay! That means a trip to the field!
And we're off! (Who wants to pull me in a wagon?)
Ahhhh. Relaxing in the shade. Oscar needs some maxing and re-laxing lessons.
Like so many teenage dudes, my baby brudder has nothin on his mind but chasing girls. My sissy, in particular:
And lets his tongue hang out in a decidedly doofus manner:
Also he could take some handsome lessons from me:
On the way home I played flat basset:
And the O-Man joined in. Baby brudder with big brudder:
And when we got home the baby and the sissy conspired to play MORE:
He can fit her entire neck in his mouth. And she lets him.
But she makes him work to get there.
And Ethel does a wicket shark impression.
I'm tired just watching this crap.














