Let me tell you, having these bodacious boys can be a blessing and a curse. I love these charming fellows. So sweet, so small. They bark at all strangers, but we're working on that. Every day, they tell me "mummy I want to go outside," they wag their tails and jump at the door. I respond with "I love you, sons, let me go and get my things." We have a nice little stroll about the neighborhood and they bark at every little thing they see. I love it. They are to die for. When they need to make a boom boom, they saw "mummy let's go about here, shall we?" "Of course my beautiful boys, make sure you do a wee wee and a woo woo so mummy does not have to keep walking for no gosh dang reason." I love my boys, and that was just a little jab at some British humor. When we feed them, they say "mummy I love your food, give me more." So I say "sweetums, you've had just enough to get your little tummy all mixed up. You are fine." They sleep on the floor sometimes, though I hate it - I even got them beautiful beds made of the finest feathers from the finest naked turkeys - yet they still sleep on the gosh dang floor. I love my boys. when I walk up to their playpen they say, "mummy come in so we can eat your toes." And I walk in and now my toes are gone. They will rest on my lap and I will scratch their little tum tums. I love my boys. I know you love them too. P.s. this is just a joke. Well, some of it.