a boy and his dog

since beckett got here i've had a real love hate relationship with the dogs. really, more hating than loving. i want to throw ford out the window when he barks and wakes up the baby or chews on the baby's toys or runs away from me in the front yard, or... well, you get the idea. beckett, on the other hand is starting to really love the dogs. he laughs at them as they spaz out all over the living room and gives them pets when they dare to get close enough. i guess we'll keep them around for now. here is b and ford... ford was clearly frozen in terror.