Reunited...

and it feels so good...at least for Pete.  We had the pleasure of keeping Pete at our house this week while his real family took a little trip to Colorado.  Pete settled in right away and was OBSESSED with Copper.  Pete ate Copper's food, would get a drink when Copper was getting a drink, tried to keep up with him during walks and tried with all of his might to curl up next to Copper.  It is a pretty well known fact that Copper is not considered a good dog.  In fact, he's been known by most of our neighbors (both in Solon and Kansas City) as the "mean dog."  Surprisingly, Copper tolerated Pete pretty well.  I made up this entire story about how Pete believed that Copper was his long lost dad and how Copper didn't believe that Pete was truly his son.  I may have been a little sleep deprived this weekend. 

Below is Pete sleeping like an angel on the couch, two inches behind Copper.

Below is a picture of Copper looking completely unimpressed as Pete laid two inches behind him.

And finally, evidence that Copper was OK with Pete laying so close to him, as long as it was by his butt and not his head.

Little Pete, Petey, Petey Gonzalez, and the other nicknames that we called you this week - you are welcome to come back whenever.  And although Copper won't be attending any father-son events with you anytime soon, I think he misses you a little.

On a final note, we had a great New Year's Eve Pajama Party (complete with a Snuggi thanks to Molly and Otto) and a houseful of people.  I didn't take any photos because I've been a little disorganized.  That and I've been making up stories about Pete and Copper in my mind all week.