Saturday SlobberLove


Sometimes on Saturday, after a long night of sleigh riding that includes non-stop bickering between Donner and Blitzen, we like to take a break from the whole circus—-from asthmatic Santa and Mrs. Claus with her bottle of Jim Beam and Rudolph who never fails to point us in the wrong direction and frozen noses, arthritic knees and mummified ears—-and we like to snuggle up to our favorite humans of all time and stare into their eyes, expressing to them: You Are My Kind Of Cozy.

Onward Through the Freezing Night,
Rick, Reindeer #793

6 Comments on "Saturday SlobberLove"

  1. I hate decorated pets! (Sorry)

  2. Cupcake Murphy Cupcake Murphy says:

    He’s actually a reindeer.

  3. Hilary says:

    well, Bruce may not like decorated pets, but Roy here, snuggled under my arm, is somewhat disappointed that Cooper can play reindeer, and if fact, he is having serious antler envy.
    stop sniveling, Roy.

  4. PJ says:

    Cooper doesn’t pretend. Cooper becomes.

  5. PJ says:

    I mean, really, don’t those 4 ears all look real?