Saturday SlobberLove

Sometimes on Saturday, after an early morning melee involving a spider the size of a buffalo, we like to celebrate the fact that we survived the terrifying episode by galloping down the beach with such wild and crazed abandon that, for one moment—with the wind in our ears and our tongue in full flapocity—we are able to actually take flight as if we were a miniature helicopter and when this happens we know deep down in our haunches that even though every day brings new scary challenges for us to deal with, as long as we have our little tribe, a consistent supply of Greenies and ¬†someone to scratch that unreachable place on our lower butt, we are deliriously happy to be alive.

I Came I Saw I Cowered,
Murray Meanswell

6 Comments on "Saturday SlobberLove"

  1. Catalyst says:

    That heroic figure would never cower! All hail Cooper, Lord of the Realm.

    • Cupcake Murphy says:

      He cowers when he sees a loose tarp. Or a plastic bag blowing down the street. Or the standard poodle down the street that looks like Susan Anton. Or wind.

  2. The Zadge says:

    In Webster’s, next to “exuberance” is this photo of Cooper.

  3. Love this shot of Coop. Roy loves his greenies too…..and the only other thing that makes him this happy is rolling over on his back and showing his ‘stuff’ to the world.

    • Cupcake Murphy Cupcake Murphy says:

      Roy is one handsome fellow. I can’t say I blame him for wanting to share his glory with the world.