Saturday SlobberLove

Sometimes on Saturday, after we fail to muster an ounce of energy in the face of five million percent humidity, we finally succumb to our incapacitating lethargy and simply allow the entire afternoon to go straight into the crapper.

My Bones Are Made Of Lead,
Herman Heavy Hound

8 Comments on "Saturday SlobberLove"

  1. Catalyst says:

    A good decision well made, Cooper.

  2. Hulk BEER ME! says:

    After nine straight 12-hour work days this is exACTLY how I plan to fall asleep after football tonight…

  3. Aw, Coop, won’t they turn on the AC for ya?

  4. PJ says:

    And you ask ME if I’ve been drinking again? Look at that dog!

  5. Sometimes Piper wonders if Cupcake would hate her in real life, like the way one would hate Ann Coulter if they met her in person, because the first thing Piper did when she visited her bff in Portland last week was think to herself how much her dog stank. Which is wrong on so many levels.

  6. Howling robin says:

    This is me – all mid-Atlantic summer long. Hallelujah, it’s September and I can start moving about again. Cooper and I are kindred spirits.