So the boys and I went to Camp Barkeley the other day. It was a good outing, and it helped the little boy get over the intimidation he felt over the overly rambunctious Jasper.
Jessie was tearing it up with the big boys,
but after a while, he was content to be all snuggly in the hub's arms. ( No, the hubs didn't wear a groucho marx mask to the dog run. That is all me and the photobucket editing tool. :P )
It was great to see the little boy running around with Jasper, being a little bit cautious but getting over his fears by leaps and bounds. ( I'm almost sure there is an unintentional pun in there somewhere )