Saturday SlobberLove

partySometimes on Saturday, after our mother spends the better part of the afternoon preparing for yet another soiree without offering us a taste of anything she’s preparing, we like to nonchalantly hang out on the couch looking harmless, as if we have no attack plans whatsoever involving the crackers and artichoke dip.

7 Comments on "Saturday SlobberLove"

  1. Beth says:

    So…did Cooper figure out how to overtake the guardian of the dip and crackers there in the green shirt…

  2. “Heh-heh-heh”, says Cooper, “someone will ring the doorbell soon and the eats will be left unattended for j-u-s-t long enough.”

  3. Cupcake Murphy Cupcake Murphy says:

    Regardless of his intent, he always bungles it and misses his opportunity.

  4. Things I don’t understand;
    Artichoke anything.

  5. midlyfemama says:

    Buster the Goddam Beagle (may he rest in peace and piles of pigs ears) once brazenly snagged a cream puff right off the plate in front of a dozen people hanging out in my back yard enjoying the afternoon. He even tried to go back for seconds. He was unabashedly the biggest stealer of anything that remotely resembled something edible. Hell, he ate Legos. Edibility was a very elastic concept.

    • Cupcake Murphy says:

      I had a beagle named Bob who had to have his stomach pumped he ate so many objects. Tin foil was one of his favorites.