Saturday SlobberLove

Sometimes on Saturday, after an unexpected anthropological excavation involving an unknown pile of diarrhea in the spot that we usually take our morning bowel movement, we return home to find one of our beloved two armed owners still lounging around in bed looking a little nervous about what’s to come next week and so we propel ourselves into full on turbo ambush hysterical excitement attack mode in order to remind our precious Romneyphobe owner that THE WHOLE POINT OF LIFE IS TO PLAY but when this tactic falls flat and we can still see the concern and worry in her eyes we adjust our supersonic Get This Party Goin’ jets and we play a game of full on ATTACK-DISAPPEAR UNDER THE BLANKET MAGIC SHOW:

…and when we do this, when we channel our inner Hoodini and we go this way and that in a matter of seconds, in the blink of an eye like we’re the Space Shuttle and shit, we know we’ve done our job as the person in the household whose responsibility it is to NOT LET ONE OF US FALL FACE FORWARD INTO THE ABYSS WITH “OH NO WHAT IF?”

Keep On Keepin’ On,
Anti-Poppycock Positive Pup

6 Comments on "Saturday SlobberLove"

  1. patricia says:

    Oh Cooper, you so funny!

  2. Cupcake Murphy Cupcake Murphy says:

    Oh how I love that hound.

  3. The Zadge says:

    That last photo: what an elephant would look like if it were actually a Chihuahua under a blanket.

  4. claudia w says:

    I love Cooper! He is so much fun online, I bet he’s ten million times more fun in real life!

  5. I can only chuckle at this one.
    I worry too.

  6. PJ says:

    Cooper, I care about this week waaayyyy too much. Thank you for being the court jester and making this queen forget her worries and laugh for a moment.