Nothing like “feeding time” for two 20-month old rascals. Yummy!

Its seems appropriate to say here how we love nothing more in life than throwing food. Mom and dad yap about how they work hard to put food on the table and all we want to do is see who can fling it the furthest (I’ve got mad distance, but Cooper’s precision is out of this world). Mom particularly hates it when she’s a couple feet away preparing the next “dish” and we look right at her and drop food into Bernie’s salivating mouth. Yeah, that makes her really mad.

So, food time is SUPER fun for us right now, but not so much for our parents.

Flingin’ free,
Quinn