The season for shooting deer is now upon us. As a result, I am obliged to don a fluorescent orange hoodie that (I trust) screams DON?T SHOOT whenever I take the dogs for a walk. They each get an equally ugly length of orange fabric that I tie around their necks.

Without exception, when we return from the walk, Ollie?s bedraggled tie hangs below his chest?limp and dripping with mud; he looks like he?s just finished a weekend bender with Dean Martin. Henry, on the other hand, has somehow managed to add another knot to the tie and ensure that it sits jauntily off to one side?bandbox fresh; he looks ready to head into the NPR studio for a guest spot where he?ll discuss the migratory habits of butterflies.

I?d like to capture this image on camera, but they have their genetic disposition and I have mine: lazyass.

Daisy travels around the house in the front pouch of our hoodies more often than not. She is growing so fast I know this will soon be a thing of the past so I caught a shot though it is woefully blurry.

More proof of how different the butterscotch boys are from each other is evidenced in how they play with Daisy. Henry is the more traditional sort and engages in old-fashioned games such as hide-and-seek.

Ollie is more likely to get physical with her. Of course, you can?t blame him as she likes to flirt.

Things always start off innocently enough?a belly rub and then, perhaps, a kiss.

But in no time we?ve got full-on nose to the girl bits.

I?m sure you?d expect me to put down the damn camera and intervene, but this girl needs no help from the sisterhood. Check out the feet to the chest with a swift foot to the neck move. Chuck Norris would be so proud.

OLLIE: Do you think she got all of that on tape? Honestly, I never meant it to go that far.

HENRY: Relax dude, what happens at Soliden stays at Soliden. There are worse crimes--it?s not like you?re a Republican. So you took a whiff of sister poon?do you have any idea what goes down in D.C.? All you gotta do is look respectable. That?s it, chin up.

DAISY: (gagging) AAaaacck! Where am I, West Virginia?

And so another lovely weekend with the brombie mob comes to a close. Hope your holiday was filled with everything you love most.

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