Saturday SlobberLove

Sometimes on Saturday, after putting in several lookout perch hours, barking and yelling and spitting and HEY!ing and just doing everything within our snarling power to keep The Homestead safe from unwelcome Memorial Day weekend Harley Davidsons and poodles and loud teenagers, we realize that we are waging an unwinnable war and we, although still on the prowl for wayward drunks, bow our head for a moment and take a deep breath and wait for our beloveds to call us down for dinner.

Move Along There’s Nothing To See Here,
Lieutenant Little
Yap and Growl Division

10 Comments on "Saturday SlobberLove"

  1. I’ve got wayward drunks and poodles too, and the ripped out window screens to prove it.

  2. The Zadge says:

    Santa Monica is safe. Thanks Coop!

  3. PJ says:

    Oh, Coop, those ears!

  4. Dawn in DC says:

    Poor Cooper would have turned himself inside out at my house this past weekend. Can we say, “Rolling Thunder”? Yeah.

  5. MidLyfeMama says:

    The Schnauzers had his back over here on the east coast. The world is a little safer now.