Let's Rodeo!

It's that time of year again in Houston... As Dr. Jekyl did to Mr. Hyde, Rodeo Sue takes over Grammie and we don't see her at all for three weeks. Unless, that is, we happen to go to the rodeo. Here is Boudreaux celebrating kick off night. Boudreaux is convinced that he would be a fantastic rodeo doggy, as long as rodeo doggies are measured by their ability to chase livestock and roll in poo. I can attest to his great skill with the latter, but in reality he has been chased by far more livestock than he has ever pursued.

This hat was generously purchased by Grammie and Papa--for Alastair. Sadly, he will have nothing to do with it and starts whimpering whenever he sees it. We are giving the Grands the benefit of the doubt that they didn't beat him with it when we were out of sight. And before the emails start arriving, yes, I will be keeping it where Boudreaux can't get it to pay us back for the outrage of the above photograph.

In other news, Alastair had a visit from his Bowling Grandparents. Here he is snuggled up with his Granpa in the kitchen. It was great to have a visit from Bob and Kathy and we're looking forward to meeting up again soon.