Saturday SlobberLove

distinguishedSometimes on Saturday, after a morning filled with preparations and organization and cleaning and sprucing up to ready the house for a late afternoon family barbecue, we like to show our mother that we plan to practice being distinguished and refined when all of our favorite relatives arrive, assuring her that we will refrain from our usual hijinx of crotch sniffing and jumping and pawing and licking and kissing and hounding the guests to throw Sharkey and when we do this—when we strike our most gentlemanly pose and she tells us what a handsome, good boy we are— we know that, although we’ll miss tackling our youngest cousin while he’s eating, in the end it will all be worth it.

Cordially Yours,
Peter Polite

6 Comments on "Saturday SlobberLove"

  1. Gawd, that’s a handsome dog.

    Or is it “an handsome dog.”

    Frankly, Scarlett, I don’t give a . . . shucky-do.

    • Cupcake Murphy Cupcake Murphy says:

      I owe you Pard. I’ll be using “shucky-do” quite often from here on in. Thankee.

  2. The Zadge says:

    Oh, I know this handsome boy and I KNOW a young cousin got tackled.

  3. PJ says:

    That is a stunning pose. It’s easy to be a saint in a cave, Cooper. It’s much harder to be a saint when there is a piece of grilled something right at eye level. I wish you and your favorite family members well.