Saturday SlobberLove

Sometimes on Saturday, after worrying all week that the Lady of the House might possibly never shed her nightgown and walk upright without moaning or eat solid foods with the gusto she normally does, we sense that she may be moving in the direction of getting back to her glorious, Sharkey throwing, belly rubbing, daily walking, boss arounding self because, like a vision, we see her standing in the living room not grimacing and when we see this miracle we adorn ourselves with our celebratory royal blue kerchief to commemorate the fact that we are certain that the last misery filled week was just a hitch in her giddy up.

I’m Nothing Without You,
Cal the Concerned Cowpoke

7 Comments on "Saturday SlobberLove"

  1. Catalyst says:

    He seems to be saying, “O.K. Can we go for a walk now? Huh? Can we? Can we? Please? Pretty Please? Pretty Please with marshmallow sauce? C’mon, let’s go!”

  2. PJ says:

    And Everything the World Could Need with you.

  3. PJ says:

    BTW, Cooper has an excellent hairdresser. He looks fresh from the groomer. Look at those ears and those fluffy bits of hair on the top of his head.

  4. The Zadge says:

    The Cake under the weather pains me. But your little gringo is the cutest thing ever.