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Saturday, November 19, 2011

Saturday SlobberLove

Sometimes on Saturday, we like to spend some tender, philosophical moments staring out the window from our Captain's Perch and think about how fortunate we are that our shrill bark carries as far as it does from up here---on the arm of the couch.  

And we feel a little weak in the haunches, to be honest with you, thinking about how carefree and fanciful our life is now compared to the dangerous dark days of our childhood before we were rescued and we come to believe that, aside from that aging basset hound that gets chauffeured around the neighborhood in a stroller, we think we might just be the luckiest hound in the whole wide world.

4 comments:

The Zadge said...

I'm coming to steal that pillow.

Twisted Susan said...

If only I had a dog to share my lonely childhood with...

Bossy Betty said...

You are indeed the luckiest doggie in the world! Love? Couch? A view? Yes!

PJ said...

Don't forget the shrill bark, BB. Every doggie loves him a shrill bark. Something that elevates his person off her chair and makes her arms flail about when she is deep into her book instead of deep into his adorableness and braveness and alertness.