Saturday SlobberLove

Sometimes on Saturday, after an early morning freeze our faces off at camp, we soon resume our place at the helm of our ship, knowing that although we cannot drive, read maps, understand traffic or see very well, we are the one who is fully in charge of this Fantastical FunFest on Wheels and we MUST keep our nose and eyebrows peeled at all times.

Now Whatcher Gonna Wanna Do Is Bear Left At Leon’s Tons O’ Jerky Shop ‘Bout 320 Blocks Past That Shrub,
Daniel the Direction Addict

5 Comments on "Saturday SlobberLove"

  1. The Zadge says:

    Actually, I think he is sniffing the air for a trace of Eau d’Bugs Butt.

  2. PJ says:

    Do we not see the face of DOG peering out across the mountain? Which makes me think of my favorite bumper sticker Dog Only Nose.

  3. PJ says:

    Must it not be massively comforting, even exhilarating, for a city dog to be surveying more trees to pee on than a whole pack of dogs could pee on in a lifetime?

  4. Does Cooper whine and sniff when he sees trees, like Jack does?

  5. I think you should pay very close attention if you don’t want to get lost in Slobberland.