Saturday SlobberLove

rawrSometimes on Saturday, after an action packed morning filled with wrestling matches with the comforter and games of Bark From the Balcony Like We’re a Character In the Movie Troy and Dart Like a Rocket Up the Stairs Until We Get Yelled At or Dizzy; whichever happens first and walks packed with once in a lifetime butt sniffs and one or two successful leaps at horseflies on the porch, we like to spend a little cuddly time with our beloved Sharky practicing making the sound “RAHHRRRRRR” into his ear and planning the next elaborate surprise attack on the maladjusted squirrel that lives in the giant juniper bush next door all the while thinking that there just aren’t enough goddamn hours in the day for a hound to get done what a hound needs to get done.

5 Comments on "Saturday SlobberLove"

  1. The Zadge says:

    He ain’t nothin’ but a hound dog, cryin’ all the time.

  2. Hilary says:

    I know exactly what you mean, Coop. Never enough hours in the day.
    And you didn’t even mention naps.

  3. PJ says:

    I Coop. Master of my day.

  4. MidLyfeMama says:

    We have a squirrel nest above our yard. It is like natures own pinata, if only the schnauzers had opposable thumbs and a long enough branch.