Saturday SlobberLove

Sometimes on Saturday, when the stars align just right and we find ourselves in the park at the exact time as that sweet little chihuahua number who can dart and scoot and leap as fast as we can and who doesn’t mind if we stick our nose all up in her business and who has an owner who seems as uptight as ours about being off leash but on this particular afternoon because of the previously mentioned star alignment BOTH of our owners decide to cut loose and let us run wild like crazed banshees all around the park — it’s on days like these when we feel like our lives are especially fabulous and as we FLY across the park in a happy blur, all four paws off the ground and our ears UP like Viking helmet horns, we think to ourselves This is the greeniest, green green grass we have ever seen.

We Be Pouncin’,
DJ Dog Delirious

7 Comments on "Saturday SlobberLove"

  1. The Zadge says:

    I think Pauly D has some serious competition.

  2. The Farmer says:

    1) Who is Pauly D and why is The Zadge referencing him?

    2) Why can’t I be Cooper?

  3. I’ll trade you some greeny green grass for some brown mud, the kind that makes Jack’s legs look like he’s a damn pirate.

  4. The Zadge says:

    Oh my god, people, tear yourselves away from Downton Abbey and watch youz some Jersey Shore.