Walter Bishop. Cool DudeHusband Pants. French n' flirty.
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Tonight, I somehow managed to talk my two boys ( Husband Pants and Walter Bishop) into modeling my goofy hats. I had to beg Pants to let me take the photo, of which he will be forever sorry. It is scary how little Walter Bishop cares whether or not you dress him up. I’m tempted to get some big fake Buddy Holly frames for him. Jeebus.

No I will not dress him up for kicks. Just giggles. Once in a blue moon.

The first week with Walter has been uneventful except for an almost-hump incident during a game of fetch which went something like 1. Throw the ball to Walter Bishop, 2. Walter Bishop retrieves the ball, 3. Walter Bishop runs at top speed and attempts to mount me, 4. No lipstick- just loud little ol’ me and Walter Bishop with a goofy grin.

Other than that fantastic moment of Man’s Best Friend Bonding, the hairy dude has just been lazy as all get out. A nap here, a nap there. The guy makes me sleepy just looking at him. I think Walter Bishop and Husband Pants could be blood related.