Saturday SlobberLove

Sometimes on Saturday, after a break of dawn 57 million mile walk, we fall into such a deep and disorienting machete-wielding slumber that we have NO IDEA where or what or who the hell we are upon waking—like we’re in the movie Andromeda Strain—and when this happens, when we feel like we’re not sure if we’re a standard poodle or a stalk of celery, we are BEYOND relieved to see the face of the person who loves us the most welcoming us back into reality telling us how handsome we are.

Can I Get a Pheee-EW?,
Reverend Beauregard Bow Wow

10 Comments on "Saturday SlobberLove"

  1. The Farmer says:

    Cooper is my favorite dog I have never met

  2. The Zadge says:

    Hallelujah, Rev, hallelujah!

  3. PJ says:

    I’ll bet he plopped his head back down and smiled.

  4. MidLyfeMama says:

    Ooog I hate that discombobulated feeling.

  5. Howling robin says:

    This is my favorite slobber love yet. I love sleepy dogs, they smell like fritos.