Well, they are. We all knew this about George already, but I had higher hopes for Milton. Turns out, Milton also has the "I'm the boss and I do what I want" thing that Prince George has. Two monsters, one small condo. Not enough chicken or tuna to go around.
Prior to moving to Ponte Vedra, Mike and I (well, probably just me really, but he listened when I paniced) thought that the "children" might have trouble living together, getting used to each other, not being the only spoiled animal in the house, etc. We are happily surprised that, for the most part, they have merged quite well. Don't get me wrong, on a daily basis one of us is yelling at them both to stop fighting, chasing, swatting at the other, but it seems to be well taken and probably well-deserved. I was quite upset with Milton the first time I saw a scratch on George's cute little face one morning, but no sooner had I called Mike, explained to him why this was NOT ok and made George feel better, then Milton appeared, also with a scratch on his face, and I had to quickly readjust my feelings about their relationship.
It was also during this time-while I was "vacationing" upon my arrival in Florida-that I had the chance to watch them both on a daily basis. Now they don't want anyone to know this, but I am almost positive that they were immediately BFF's and that they thank Mike and I on a daily basis for falling in love and getting married (almost). Don't believe me?? Here's what I found:
Yep, the secret's out: our two spoiled brats are best friends that spend all of their days plotting ways to make us annoyed until they can eventually take over the condo completely. So, for everyone that always asks how the children are doing-they're great! They are more loved than ever and they know it!
Just for fun, check out the picture of George on drugs on the drive to Florida (it was a prescription given by Dr. Berman, I didn't give them anything I shouldn't have, honestly!)!!