Saturday SlobberLove

flySometimes on Saturday, after a 9 hour morning rumble with a fly as large as the country of Senegal, we finally find some time to relax and think pleasant thoughts like “I wonder where our next Greenie will be bestowed upon us” or “I wonder when we’ll get to poop again” and just when we’re ready to let down our guard and slip into deep dreamy slumber we hear a far off buzz, the vibration of which is felt up and through our nostrils, and initially we think IS THERE NO REST FOR THE WEARY LORD? but then we realize that if it takes us remaining diligent and aware of any insect that might disrupt our beloved, cozy bones homestead, then we will gladly keep our eyebrows peeled until we are 100% certain that all our sweetie pies are safe.

Enter At Your Own Risk,
Barky the Barking Barker

4 Comments on "Saturday SlobberLove"

  1. The Zadge says:

    The only positive thing I can say about the SIX effing degree weather here in Denver today – no flies. Glad Cooper is on alert there in much warmer Cali.

  2. PJ says:

    Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God. That picture! It takes my breath away.

  3. MidLyfeMama says:

    I plant a big ol smoochy virtual kiss right *there*. You know the spot, right above the life preserving eyebrows on the furrow of concern.

  4. Cupcake Murphy Cupcake Murphy says:

    The guy likes to keep a lookout.