I finally got a picture of them up here. Yahoo.

 

Munchkin thinks he's a badass. Probably because he's too short to see himself in the mirror. He's neutered, and he still has sex. Dude. Never let the Man get you down.

 

Missy is scared of everything. You drop something in the other end of the house, she runs to the far end of the kitchen and hides under something. When you pick her up, her entire dog goes stiff. It's sad, but kinda funny in a way.

 

They both eat more than anything that size should be physically able to. Munchkin must have an eating disorder or something. We experimented with leaving food in their bowls 24/7, but scrapped the idea pretty quickly because Munchkin took up eating in his spare time, which turned out to be all the time, so he'd just eat all day until he went to sleep. I guess that's why he weighs twice as much as he should.

 

We have a roughly circular room that used to contain a hot tub. When the cover was on it, it rose about 6 inches above the floor. The dogs used this makeshift arena to sumo wrestle. No bullshit. They ran at each other and tackled each other and whoever got shoved off first lost.

 

Weird.

And oh holy shit, they just got their hair cut the last week of June. I've got to get some pictures of this up here. Holy shit. You've got to see this.