Bloody nonsense

Because the action never stops here!

Thanks to the wonderful Angels of Nottingham Veterinary Mercy they have been checked out, given a series of oral antibiotics (thus the trench ripping), and handed back to us with instructions for them to be given flea baths because they are too small for anything else. 

The mostly white one is Azog the Destructor.  He was named before we even knew him by our friend Dash.  That one was kinda scary, because he gave us many reasons for the name to stick.  We haven’t given Mr. Big Fluffypants or Miss Tinything real names because we don’t really know them yet and Azog the Destructor was making an impression.

So a week from now we do The Bath.  And then, if we still live, they will move into my office for the process of growing, eating, and becoming social.

More OCs from my still-nameless project.