That’s him. The good boy. He’s the bestest boy, the cutie-pie cuddle muffin, the barky-warky widdle fuzzy face. So in case you were feeling the urge to engage in this or any other infantile babbling, please direct all such attention accordingly. Thank you.
The left/right brain dichotomy was never clearer, Sharon H.
Supply-Side Doggo Is Over-Optimistic.
You know that cat’s thinking:
What a smiling idiot. Bless his heart.
Hee Hee Hee Hee
LOVE IT!! Doggie has the “What, me worry?” look, inducing grown men and women to revert to baby talk, while Mr. McCatty, Esq., plots an elaborate scheme to get rid of that offensive ray of canine sunshine.
“Offensive ray of sunshine”?
Thank you, Clairdelune. You have just provided me with a choice insult. I will save it for a very special occasion.
Love the fact that kitty seems used to riding in a bike basket.
You are welcome, Duckie. That insult was transmitted to me telepathically by one of my cats, now deceased and sorely missed, who looked exactly like the one in the photo whenever anyone made a fuss over the new kitten.
If someone standing next to me made the face that cat is doing I’d run away as fast as I could! LOL!!
Oh my gosh – I didn’t even see the cat until I had read the whole preface and then scrolled down. Coffee has been officially snorted across my monitor…
I also second Duckie’s thanks to Clairdelune for a fantastic insult to add to my repertoire!
You are also welcome! Maybe instead of spending years writing poetry and efforts at producing “belle lettres”, I should concentrate on specialized insults!! Especially these days, there’s no lack of daily inspiration… 😀 😀
Or need…
“Hairball” Or at least that’s my excuse.