Saturday SlobberLove

CooperPonySometimes on Saturday, after a melee with the cranky dachshund that lives by one of our favorite sniff spots, we like to unwind with our mother by haranguing her to throw Sharkey approximately five thousand times.  And when we are just about unwound—back to our usual delightful self, so to speak—we find that we need to pull out the big guns in order to coerce our fading (and, much like the dachshund, cranky) mother by flashing some of our infamous pony moves coupled with a very stern yet hypnotic expression that telegraphs the message FIVE THOUSAND AND ONE TIMES PLEASE DEAR TWO ARMED ONE, OH WON’T YOU THROW SHARKEY FIVE THOUSAND AND ONE OR SIX OR FIFTY TIMES MORE.

Yours In Infinite Hurl,
Ricky Relentless

4 Comments on "Saturday SlobberLove"

  1. PJ says:

    Ay, so fresh and new you look wee laddy. So fresh and new. Five thousand and one times and you’d still have your young freshness, your brightness of eye, your quickness of bound, your spark of joy. Ay, wee laddy. All we salts will sit back with our pipes tonight and ponder on how it’s gone and where. We’ll envy you tonight, wee laddie, ay, we will. And we’ll throw one more, laddy, for old times’s sake, we’ll throw one more.

  2. Alex says:

    I love Cooper’s intense gaze and those little forehead wrinkles.

  3. He looks so young here. What a beautiful dog he is. Throw it again, dear two armed one.

  4. MidLyfeMama says:

    It’s the eyebrows and the furrowed forehead that gets me every single time. Such sincerity.