Saturday SlobberLove

Sometimes on Saturday, after we’ve barked maniacally through the Emmylou Harris and Justin Townes Earl segments of Prairie Home Companion that the one among us who cooks had been waiting to hear all week and we decided that it was a wise idea to snarl and yap through the Charles Overton and Calvin Trillin parts as well after we’d lurched at a doddering cocker spaniel who meant no harm to anyone, giving everyone within fifty blocks a heart attack and then gone on to lunge full force in the direction of a pit bull/rottweiler mix as if we were Mike Tyson—after all these shenanigans and frenetic hijinks that threaten to alienate us from the entire neighborhood and cause general unrest for no good reason, we find it warming to our weary spirit that we are still 100% accepted and welcomed and loved in the three person pack we belong to regardless of what a mess we frequently make of things.

Yours In Periodic Unbearable Struggle,
Terrence of the Trying Hard

2 Comments on "Saturday SlobberLove"

  1. The Zadge says:

    I’ve had the exact same type of day/week – I chalk it up to the evil PMS. I think Cooper and I have synced our cycles together over the interwebs.

  2. Cupcake Murphy Cupcake Murphy says:

    Cooper wants to tell you thanks for this comment because it makes him feel less alone and he also wants you to remember to NOT eat candle wax that fell on the floor because this upsets everyone very much.