The Daily Digital Photo
Chronicling the life of Clayton and Spenser, with memories of Scooter.

September 24, 2008

I have a confession to make. I used to Photoshop out Clayton's tear stains. And occasionally I'd "trim" their nails, too. I think I started being more honest around when Scooter got sick and I began to offer up some daily prose instead of a caption. That was one of the finest decisions I've made. But on to Clayton. Phillip woke me up the other night because Clayton was Going Mental™ and the boys were about to have a fight. Seems that Spenser stepped on Clayton in bed, then after exiting the bed he returned and stepped on him again. Once I was awake I heard very serious growling from both of them. Phillip scooped up Mental Boy and put him in his (brand new, hand-crafted) crate while I kept Spenser at bay. I think I have told you about their infrequent but injurious fights. (If not, let me know and I'll show you the scar on my leg.) Morning brought peace, breakfast, and no ruffled feathers. Clayton, cool it! You're getting a little too old for violence!