Dried fish, some missdemeanors and sleepy kids.

"Granddad" always tries to feed the puppy yummies behind our backs - and they really share the love for dried fish:



The stench is something unbelievable. It's dried torsk, the stuff you make lutefisk from. The dog (and granddad) absolutely love the stuff.

Boyd sleeps in his cage during the nights, but occasionally there's an intruder there... Eating his chewing stick :P



To the rescue:



The kids have become more or less friends:





And I seriously hate it when my bf takes sneakshots of me napping...



(Oh, and some of you might notice that Boyd has grown out of his blue collar - now he has a more "manly" black one ;P)