Saturday SlobberLove

Sometimes on Saturday when there are extremely serious organizational things going on with camping gear we like to get underfoot and insert ourselves RIGHT SMACK DAB in the middle of the action within an INCH of our lives until we sense just a weensy bit of danger and then we like to squiggle away as if we are Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid and as we gallop away and we hear the swear words of the ones we’ve just barely escaped we are FILLED! with a sense of glory and triumph at having dodged such danger for the hundred millionth time and we say to ourselves Oh Boy Holy Moly I can’t wait to do that again!

Ain’t Nuthin’ Wrong With Raisin’ a Ruckus,
Mister Master Danger Dog

2 Comments on "Saturday SlobberLove"

  1. The Zadge says:

    Why do all of the Family of Cooper’s limbs look like they are made of cheap-ass Walmart generic Playdoh?

  2. Cupcake Murphy Cupcake Murphy says:

    We’re Gumby?