It’s almost the weekend! Whoo-hoo! And you know what that means: ROAD TRIP! Hop in the car, feel the wind in your fur, bark at everything you see, and sniff that breeze!
Via Imgur.
Woof Through the Roof
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It looks like the same dog photoshopped they’re so much alike! (Noses are different colors)
That picture’s in the dictionary under “H” for “happy” – what a lovely way to start the weekend!
I know one dog who isn’t interested in going anywhere. She grabbed the zipper tab on my sweatshirt and started tugging it, so I unzipped it and she climbed in.
Wow, what a smart pup. That’s pretty darned cute! Sweet little head.
Awwww!
Oh, sweetie. You’ve got a great snugglepup, Patty.
So many of my ideas of Heaven are Dog Heavens. If I get to Heaven I’ll find my departed dog soulmate and she and I can hit the road with these two.
There’s a wonderful fable about a man and his dog on the road to eternity. They are very tired and his dog is very thirsty when they come across a fabulous place, all gold and beautiful clouds and angels and heavenly music. The man thinks that this must be heaven – the sign even says as much but they tell him that he can come in but his poor thirsty dog isn’t welcome. The man thinks this over and decides that if they can’t accept his best friend then it can’t be much of a heaven so he travels on. Next he comes to a place where it’s all grassy fields and ponds with tire swings and people and animals running around everywhere, a bit shabby and well worn and he figures that tho’ this may not be heaven it appeals to him more so he goes up to the entrance where they welcome him with open arms, and give them food and water. When he describes his experience of the other place, the land of the promised Elysian fields, they tell him that oh, no, that was really hell disguised to lure in the greedy and unkind. Anyplace that wouldn’t accept the loyal dog could never be considered heaven.
I’m not telling it very well but you get the gist.
Well told, Murray. No dogs, no heaven.
Bunnies too. ?? With no dogs chasing them, of course.
Yes, the dogs wouldn’t be interested in chasing the real bunnies and other chaseable animals, only snuggles for the real ones. They would only chase the automated ones or leaves blown about by the wind to give the dogs the joy of a chase and full out run, and us the joy of watching their joy.
Mmmm Heaven. Praise be to God
Since I’m retired I find myself quoting the Dowager Countess of Grantham.
Ok Gigi, not even one week after and you have to rub it in, lol. Seriously, enjoy every day of your retirement!!! Thankfully after my crazy weekend last week, this weekend is going to be fun. Road trip tomorrow to see a Day of the Dead celebration up in LA.
Sorry LOL! But don’t worry I’ll get mine, I’m going to a party with friends tomorrow and I expect a LOT of joking at my expense about being old and now useless and a burden on working people.
They are just jealous. Wait until Monday when you don’t have to go to work. It still surprises me. Enjoy. Gloat a bit.
THAT was a rapid adaptation! Bravo!
Doggie squinty eyes <3