They're good. Yesterday, rescue Blue Heeler (former stray) was blowing coat something fierce, so we had to bust out the vac-brush. He hates any kind of brushing, so there was a lot of very dramatic hiding and then the death march to the living room. He sets the tone for rescue Pitbull (born in a foster home... big spoiled baby), who got confused and anxious because "big" brother was anxious.

Afterwards, Heeler recuperated on the dog bed like he was recovering from surgery and Pibble kissed his face before forgetting that anything bad had happened.

Then they both went outside to bark at the neighbors' Frenchy because she's a bitch.

25-year old cockatiel is up and looks pissed off that it's cloudy and he couldn't come up with an excuse to crow like an asshole on my weekend morning.