Remember way back in August when Preston arrived home with a little, itty bitty bundle of joy with no name (actually, with two names, neither of which fit him) and I went on and on about how cute and stinky he was? No?
He's slightly less cute now, in fact, if it weren't for Jaxon's obvious attachment to the dog, he'd probably be looking for a new home. He has a penchant for chewing, an inclination toward digging and the completely moronic habit of chasing things in the TV (I know). And he hasn't grown out of his stinkiness. Knowing his buddy's popularity is waning, perhaps, Jaxon decided to remedy the latter of the two issues at hand today.
All that said, the dang dog still holds a soft spot in my heart. Just don't tell him that.