Rocky Roonie

I quickly snapped this photo last week and I think it speaks for itself. Showing the bond my kids have with our Doggy Rocky...A.K.A. Rocky Roonie. This dog has been through the works with the boys but has come along way. He is old now, gray and it brings a tear to my eye seeing him age. I can remember when we almost had to get him a new home when the boys were 18 months because he was so nervous with the boys and our household of baby gates. Now, it's different. Don't get me wrong just last night I was complaining how much easier it would be if this dog wasn't going through the house trashing it when we leave. He gets so anxious when we are away and this week has learned how to OPEN closed doors to tear into the garabage cans. Yep, my Rocky Roonie. He adds about an additional extra 20 minutes of clean up work each day with the crap he gets into but I love him and I love him for loving the boys and sticking it out. This picture makes me keep it in perspective and that it is worth all the work because he is part of the family and well...family is work right?
On a side note...yes my kids seem to always be in PJ's. They love wearing them to naptime nowadays so they spend their afternoons in jammy's. A habit I have to break!