doomspaniels reblogged
When I ask why one or both of them *must* be in my lap in order to tussle, their only response is *rawr rawr RAWR rawr raaaaaawr*.
Yvaine in my lap, Tristan upside down between me & the wall. Lots of bitey-face, ear-yanking, monch butt, and angry pigeon-tiger play-growling. The silly is turned up to 11.