Toby and B: Best of Friends.

In most instances, Toby has learned to keep his distance from Brayden. It's not that they don't get along, but Toby's been pulled, hit and dragged enough to know that distance is in his best interest :)

Today's been different though, as Brayden has assumed a fetal position on the floor in front of the tv, and stayed that way for most of the morning. Imagine my heart melting when I walked into the living room and found this:

and then later, this:

SO sweet! I know that several of you have casually mentioned that my poop eating dilemma that I have with B would go away if I got rid of the poop maker, but seriously, how could I get rid of him? He's the sweetest fur baby ever!