two-headed, eight-legged, rabid, vicious monster, taking up residence in our kitchen!!
Oh, wait. It's just Brew and Barley, hanging out with each other like they do every day.
And to think I worried about them not liking one another, Barley being jealous, or Brew not fitting in.
It should be duly noted that for every minute they spend lounging together, they spend four or five playing. Wrestling, jumping, snatching toys from one another, chasing, tail-wagging kind of playing . USUALLY early in the morning, either in my bedroom or on my bed, with ME STILL LYING IN IT, TRYING TO SLEEP.
PS. I love them both dearly, in case you can't tell.