Saturday SlobberLove

Sometimes on Saturday, after a particularly lovely stroll along the promenade that features us sniffing all kinds of fantastic and furry behinds, we are fortunate enough to be in the right place at the right time when a jittery standard poodle discards a palm frond just ripe for shredding and as we sink our teeth into the stringy bark and achieve the kind of leverage we’ve heard of only in Dog Fairy Tales we half expect a crowd of applauding onlookers to appear out of nowhere, lift us up on to a podium and present us with a gold medal.

Yours In Gnaw,
Charles Chomperman
Champion Chewer

9 Comments on "Saturday SlobberLove"

  1. Oh, Coop, you incredible thing you.

  2. PJ says:

    What is the doggie anthem you’d like us to play. Is there one that brings tears to your eyes?

  3. claudia w says:

    I just love Cooper!

  4. Catalyst says:

    Cooper looks younger than I had imagined.

  5. Saturdays are full of happy possibilities.

  6. The Zadge says:

    The Mayor’s Cabinet, comprised of the Deputy of Diarrhea, the Secretary of Scaredy Cats, and the Assistant of All that is Affable, are those applauding onlookers. Those damn Rocky Mountains are just blocking the sound of their hand claps. But here – take the gold medal Coop!

  7. MidLyfeMama says:

    If Poncho would come out of his kennel for longer than it takes to pee and poop, he would gladly help shred that bit of palm tree. But first he would have to growl and bark and otherwise attempt to intimidate all of the other dogs, because that is what little black schnauzers do. When they are not hiding in their kennels.