Full house

Ben's parents are traveling interstate for Christmas, leaving Ben and I as the First Family In Charge of Dogsitting. Following an unfortunate cat attack episode, their Jack Russells are no longer welcome in our home, but we still volunteer to house their cattle dog from time to time.

This venerable gentleman is Bill, Ben's beloved childhood buddy:

Mmm, vintagey. I love Photoshop, don't you?

How I managed to get photos of him looking happy I shall never know. Bill is a rather crotchety old fellow - most of the time you get the impression that he's about to yell at you to get off his lawn and then start grumbling about how kids these days have no manners before suddenly collapsing into a spontaneous nap.

Look at that profile. They just don't make 'em like that anymore. Damn whippersnappers these days. Hmph.
(And yes, that IS a Christmas stocking hung off the TV stand in the background. We don't have a mantle.)

Bill also happened to be staying with us when Korben the Wonderdog first entered our lives, much to the old boy's disgust. Last thing this pooch wanted in his twilight years was a obnoxious, hyperactive puppy who enjoyed attacking his tail:

Can you believe Korben was ever that small?

Speaking of Korben, I couldn't take a photo of Bill without taking one of Korbs as well - you know how it is:

Love me. Looooooooove meeee!

And then of course, Indy the Attention Whore, who wouldn't settle down until I took a picture of him as well:

My baby is...special.

*sigh* Damn kids these days. They have no respect for their elders.


P.S. This is completely unrelated, but Ben is currently watching Speed Racer. I guess it takes him back to his childhood or something, but this is hands down the worst film I've ever seen. And that's coming from someone who has watched Plan 9 from Outer Space (more than once). Yowza.