Saturday SlobberLove

rollerballSometimes on Saturday, after several days of pent in rainy day melancholy, we like to engage in a little Rollerball activity as if we’re James Caan and our life depended on it and even though our worried mother tries to keep us all civil like some puffy haired shih tzu we have to just go for it like a wild hyena and express ourselves in the way we were meant to.

You Gotta Let Yerself Go Every Now and Again,
CrazyAss Beagle of the Century

5 Comments on "Saturday SlobberLove"

  1. PJ says:

    I’m confused. Which one is the shark?

  2. I like that Cooper. I do the same exact thing every once in awhile.

  3. MidLyfeMama says:

    The Gus understands. There are days when he just HAS to launch himself from the arm of the couch, to the floor, to the other couch, to the floor, then dash into the kitchen, skidding across the ceramic tile like a professional hockey player taking a shot on goal, then scramble back from the kitchen to the living room, where, if she is paying attention at all, the Mama will wave her hands around, slap her knees a few times to get him to dash wildly over to her and then rough him with a full body rub down, flinging him on his back while he makes baby Wookie noises and rub his tummy ferociously. And repeat.

  4. MidLyfeMama says:

    And if ever a dog was meant to have his own Vine account, it is Cooper.