Saturday SlobberLove

honcherSometimes on Saturday, after a Skyfall type battle with an insane crow who squats in the juniper tree next door and who seems to be intent on killing everyone in our precious household, we like to take a breather and rest our moose-sized haunches—during which time we take it upon ourselves to gaze handsomely at whoever will notice us, in the hopes that they will reward us with a Greenie or two…or five…or nine hundred.

The Name Is Hound—James Hound,
Quadruple Secret Agent Woof-Woof

11 Comments on "Saturday SlobberLove"

  1. PJ says:

    That is one fine left hind haunch.

  2. The Zadge says:

    Almost as sexy as the blue swim trunks coming out of the ocean pose.

  3. Who could resist that handsome face?

    • Cupcake Murphy says:

      Very few. Maybe only the pug down the street who seems to have it out for everyone.

  4. Midlyfemama says:

    Strange…I have this weird urge to go buy some greenies…

  5. Diane says:

    Meh. If you’ve seen one haunch, you’ve seen them all.

  6. Crows are heroic to battle. He deserves all he greenies he can beg for!