Tate is starting to develop his man face. I have to stop myself from smooching it off of him. All three boys (Rob, Farley & Tater) are just now home from a week long hunting trip on the West side of the state. The house was so quiet without them all -- I was fearfully lonesome. Now they're home again and Tate is all legs and is eating the cats. Tater is also wearing Plumbelina's collar which makes me a little happy and a little sad. I've told Rob we need to get him his own, with his own proper brass nameplate...but in the meanwhile, he's making her proud.