Saturday SlobberLove

Sometimes on Saturday, we engage in such a crazed, satisfying session of Chase-and-Run-Around-the-Couch-Like-a-Cheetah-On-Fire-Who-You-Must-Then-Tackle-and-Wrestle that we feel guilty for the luck we have in life and we make a secret promise to ourselves to do WHATEVER WE CAN to pay it back or up or forward because in our estimation there is really no comprehensible reason that we should be this unbelievably happy.

2 Comments on "Saturday SlobberLove"

  1. PJ says:

    Oh, Cooper. Thank you for sharing your Slobberlove with us. You always warm my heart and bring a smile to me. I share you with Humphrey, who at 15 dog years, remembers all this romping fondly and sighs a happy sigh as he snuggles ever more deeply into his fleecy orthopedic doggie bed and has happy dreams of his own slobberlove-fests.

  2. Cupcake Murphy Cupcake Murphy says:

    Humphrey sounds like a refined gentleman who knows how to enjoy the finer things in life.