Saturday SlobberLove

Sometimes on Saturday we like to take some time for ourselves and lounge around in the nude without our collar.

And when we do this—when we prance around, licking our privates and getting neck scratches that make us feel like royalty—we are reminded that carefree happiness cannot last forever WHEN WE ARE IN THE MIDST OF THE SQUIRREL WARS.

And so we must resume our soldier duties and re-adorn ourselves with our armor and take our position on the arm of the sofa and keep our weary yet courageous nose peeled and sniffing in the direction of all those crazy lunatic tree catapulting furry acrobat clown bastards that continue to threaten our beloved homestead.

Just Try Me,
Beauregard Brave

9 Comments on "Saturday SlobberLove"

  1. Catalyst says:

    Whaddaya mean, “no comments”??? Maybe it’s because every one of your other readers, like me, is still trying to pick him or her self up from the floor where we’ve been ROLLING in laughter.

  2. The Zadge says:

    What Catalyst said. Too busy Guffawing with a capital G about “furry acrobat clown bastards” to comment. However, Bugs does *not* appreciate me and you making light of the enemy that torments he and Cooper on a millisecond basis.

  3. The Zadge says:

    I meant “him” instead of “he.” Geez-us, with the late night Grammar.

  4. I LOL-ed, did Coop hear me?

  5. MidLyfeMama says:

    The Schnauzers believe all squirrels should be catapulted into the sun. However, they are willing to concede that the hawk family which moved into the neighborhood this spring is doing a fine job as Plan B for keeping the squirrel population in check.

  6. PJ says:

    Oh, dear Coop, what a brave strong throat you have. It would be a crime against nature not to bare that marvelous throat and chest to the world occasionally.

    • Cupcake Murphy says:

      He actually loves his collar and gets a distressed look when it is first removed. But then he runs around like a happy little nudist.