Saturday SlobberLove

staredownSometimes on Saturday, after a visit to the vet and many excruciating hours of waiting to see what the growth is on our shoulder, we like to slow down a bit and gaze into the eyes of our beloved parents and think about all the things we’re grateful for: rolling in worms, trotting along on the walks our mom takes us on, special slices of turkey breast in our dinner, barking until our vocal cords become weak, laying in the sun like we’re a sausage roasting in a fire pit, belly rubs, licking our dad’s feet, chewing on blankets, greeting our mother when she comes in from going to the store, hogging the bed, prospecting for ground scores, sniffing, smelling and exploring, examining other dog’s poop, our precious Sharkey, running on the beach with our dad before anyone else in the world has woken up, airing out our privates with our legs wide open as we fall into slumber, road trips and those final moments of the day when we stay downstairs with our mom as she closes the house up and eventually says,”Come on, Little, let’s go snuggle. It’s time for bed.”

Gratefully Yours,
The Beagle/Terrier Mix Who Could

4 Comments on "Saturday SlobberLove"

  1. PJ says:

    Cooper, you give new depth and meaning to the words, “You lucky dog!”

  2. And how could you resist those eyes?

  3. Alex says:

    You had me at ‘rolling in worms’.