Every time I look out the kitchen wind0w,  Fate and Bud are whizzing by at 50 miles an hour, each trying to grab the other’s color to  drag each other around.

I got a shot of Fate reaching to grab Bud’s collar and flip him over so she could gnaw on his head. It didn’t work, Bud saw it coming and spun around in the nick of time.

When they come into the house, they both are covered in smile and drool from mouthing each other. They spend the day wrestling racing madly back and forth and burying bones and treats and stealing the bones  and treats of each other.

In the house they hoard their toys under the dining room table and then chase each other around.

It was quite chilly this morning, and I expected that Bud would want to come into the house at any moment and sit by the wood stove. He never did, he was out there in the wind and chill for hours wrestling with Fate and chasing her.

Fate needed a playmate, and I guess Bud did two. They are raising  Hell together.