Ran a marathon over the weekend, which meant that the afternoon was spent relaxing and eating. Thomas was in the living room watching football. I had been there as well, but then decided to go into the kitchen to listen to playoff baseball and catch up on the paper.
Of course, Max had to follow me in. I think she was a little miffed that I wasn't paying attention to her, as she started doing cute things to make me notice her:
Then, she flew to the table, found a receipt, and started shredding it:
Rocky was torn -- stay behind with his preferred person, or keep an eye on his nemesis (me)? Several times, I caught him on the threshold of the hallway, trying to peek in on me. You'd think he just would have enjoyed some alone time with Thomas.