P. and Rosie

Today as I was baking for some friends, the house was eerily quiet. When P.'s not napping the house is never quiet. So I began looking for him; he was suppose to be downstairs playing with his sister. Here's where I found him:

Sitting under the dining room table. Rosie was with him. The quiet of my house didn't last long after I found him. They went right back to playing. P. is crazy about her and often carries her like a baby, telling her, "It's alright baby dog." What a sweetie.