Ola! We've spent these past few hot and humid days here in Austin (or more accurately, Pflugerville) with Jacques' family, eating, chatting, playing with the kids, breaking up kids' fights... and then eat some more.
Everybody ADORES Bryson and constantly want to hug and pet him, which sends him scurrying around the house all day trying (usually without success) for some quiet "Bryson time".
As the only dog in our little family of three, he's probably a bit overwhelmed by the warm reception from his large extended family in this household... I just counted and there are 14.5 of us under this roof! That is 6 adults + 2 kids + 4 dogs + 2 kitties + 1 fish (fish counts as half).
Whew! Now that's a family.
Cousin Nitro the greyhound, Auntie Jessie and Cousin Tyler all want to shower Bryson with affection (Bryson: your love is suffocating me...)
Cousin Toby the golden retriever (who just got shaved for summer for the first time!)
Feeding turtle with Tyler, Sara and Jack at the back of a restaurant (there were literally hundreds of hungry turtles there fighting for the few morsels of bread we were tossing in. I think they were actually eyeing the kids...)
A typical dinner time- everybody (of drastically various heights) patiently waiting for their bowl, surprisingly well-behaved
Cool Cousin Tyler- gotta love those pouty lips!
"I say go poop, Toby!!" Jacques' mom looking quite menacing as she waves the plastic baseball bat in the backyard, trying to get Toby to stop playing and do his business. She was actually one of the first few female cops back in Thailand in her younger days, so she does have a lot of experience with baton-waving. (She really spoils the dogs rotten)
Look! There's a treat RIGHT NEXT to his mouth and he doesn't even notice it! I don't think I've ever seen him this pooped.
