Dozer is a lap dog... and if he doesn't get to lay where he wants, he pouts. The other day, he wanted to lay in Carl's lap to which he was promptly told "No".
(This is a phenomena I will never understand. How can someone turn that smooshy, sweet face down? Whatever my baby boy wants, he usually gets!)
But anyway, Dozer moved over to the other side of the recliners and started pouting. I came around the corner and saw this...
Do they not look JUST ALIKE? Those boys.
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