Harry Potter

So, Thatcher thinks he's Harry Potter. He found a long smooth stick outside and instead of picking it up in the middle (like any other dog would) he picked it up at the end so it hung out of his mouth like a dangling cigarette. Instead, since he doesn't smoke, it looked like he was trying to be Harry Potter because this woman was walking by and he pointed his wand at her and began swirling it around like he was trying to cast a spell or make something appear.

Well, earlier this week was the death AND resurrection of "Mr. Duckworth"... Like I said, Thatch's stuffed babies never make it through their first month of life! He's like one of those inexperienced/ irresponsible teen moms who's baby comes to some horrible end. Well, I guess he's not quite that bad... maybe i'm over-exaggerating slightly. :/

Thatch has been sick this week and his right eye looks absolutely horrible. :( He's been sneezing and coughing and scratching his eyes. My poor little guy. We went running and Thatch is TOTALLY out of shape! Poor guy had to stop every few hundred feet for a breather, which he cleverly disguised as a potty break! Haha.


*My little cutie*