It didn't take Brutus long to con his way up on to the couch. This picture is also proof that the couch was actually in pretty good shape at one time. (*Uhum*.. before the dogs.)
Brutus is helping sort my laundry. He is marking the spot where the whites pile goes.
Brutus after nuzzling through the leaves in the backyard. For the first few months, he always seemed to have something stuck to his nose.
Brutus settles in.
Ah, a near-forgot time when Brutus preferred to sleep on my sandals rather than eat them.
"I don't know why you don't like to do laundry. This seems just fine to me!" -- Brutus
