The Boy... The Dog

Ace and Greg have been really close since Greg was born. Ace was 8 months old when I had Greg. The first night home ace laid next to Greg and took a nap on the couch with him. Yes I was right there watching taking pictures.

Sometimes I think we should have named Ace "Nana" like the dog nurse maid in Peter Pan. Ace will not let a thing happen to Greg. If Greg is even so much as trying to put something in his mouth Ace comes and tells me. Ace and Greg like to sit under my computer desk and play, earlier Greg got curious about Ace's tail and started grabbing at it. Ace, without even pressing down, "nipped" at Greg to let him know not to do that. Greg went back a couple more times and Ace repeated the lesson. I tapped Greg on the arm and told him "no" after him not catching Ace's hint. Ace, feeling bad for nipping at Greg, licked Greg's arm to kiss it and tell him sorry.

These pictures above are just one of the many times that Greg has decided he was a dog too. He will get into the kitchen and play with the dog or he will put one of the dog toys in the water bowl.

I can't figure out who thinks they are the wrong thing more, Greg thinking he's a dog, or Ace thinking he's a person....