Name one thing cuter

than this.

Oh wait. It can't be done!

Every night, Frank stands up at the coffee table and looks at me waiting for a bone.

Some nights are "old bone" nights and some nights are "new bone" nights.

Unfortunately, this was an "old bone" night. He knows what that means, so then he comes and lays by me- sometimes he goes and gets an old bone that's been leftover.

But, do you see why I give in?

He's adorable!