I really love babies. Especially when I get to borrow them for awhile, spoil them, kiss them, cuddle them, and give them back when they get crabby. Luckily, we've gotten to spend quite a bit of time lately with an adorable newborn. I have to resist the urge to squeeze him to death, he's so cute.
Willy is much more suspicious of said infant. Likely because we use the same voice to talk to the baby as we do to talk to Willy, making him think he might be supplanted in our hearts (as if that could possibly happen, silly dog).
Willy has tried just about every tactic to get an up-close look (and smell) at the baby including heroic leaps upward at your arms, while you are walking the baby around the house, sneak attack jumps onto your knees while the baby is being held in your lap, and hiding under the table and jumping out at the Moses basket, while the baby is sleeping on said table.
Luckily, our superior human intellect has discovered and warded off said attacks...so far...
(no babies were harmed in the taking of this photo)
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