it's our 2nd birthday

no, we aren't from the same litter. but we are the same age. ish.
yes, this birthday is made up (it's gotta be close - based on the humane society estimated ages)
yes, arlo is cuter. and softer. and more cuddly.
yes, we love roxy more.
it's all her tri colored coat, ghetto booty, thickey thick body, slutty positions (GIRL SHOWS HER AREA TO ANYONE and FREQUENTLY), crazy faced glory. we can't help it. arlo is just way too normal.
yes, we go running (we can run about 2 miles at a time before we slow down a little. luckily so do our runners).
yes, we like to swim. and get into ticks. lots of ticks.
yes, arlo is a big thunder storm hating (all eighty plus pounds in the lap), is obsessed with his duckie (we keep buying him more b/c roxy destroys them) sissy, and he is terrified of vacuums and big red yoga balls. terrified. of a yoga ball.
we love him anyway. just not as much.
yes, we got them birthday bones. i think they knew it was a special day.
read about their rescue here and getting to know their home/owners here and obeying here. (cute pictures if you click!).

happy 2nd birthday arlo and roxy. welcome to your formative years.