Ambrose is doing quite well with us. He's a lover. But he does have the oddest relationship with Anya, and he's suicidally stupid. He goes crashing around the house with abandon, never looking where he is going, never stopping to determine if maybe what he's doing isn't the best idea. I've lost four wine glasses in the last two weeks to his antics.
But how can you resist that face?
He smiles all the time. It's wonderful.
Anya adores him, but she sure does instigate their rough play. She has gotten a scratch on her right wrist and over her left eye from their roughousing. Sometimes I worry and split them up, but they always go at it a few minutes later.
She gives as good as she gets though.
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