Every day on his walk, Chubby waits right here for a nice neighbor to bring him a cookie. On this day, the cookie man does not come. This is a bad day for Chubby. And when Chubby has a bad day, Chubby’s mommy has a bad day too.
Submitterated by Murray C.
I love that dogs are creatures of habit!
If you wait, it will come.
Official/Unofficial Fiona Threadjack: Speaking of chubby, on Sunday Fiona reached 200 pounds!
Curvalicious!
“I like big butts and I cannot lie, baby got back”
Looks like a ham to me. Sorry. I’m hungry.
Thunderous Hippo Tocks!
That tail fringe is the perfect accent.
Every time I go to the Cincinnati Zoo site, I see the picture of the mama and baby rhino. Their facial expressions are priceless. I would love to know what they’re thinking. Baby sort of looks “what the heck just happened?”
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C is for cookie…
And dammit I’m gonna wait right here until I get my cookie!!!
Maybe Mommy should carry a backup cookie.
Yep, my take as well.
And Fiona, way to pack on the avoirdupois!
That’s a good thought, but I’m wondering if the bulldog also cherishes the visit with the neighbor as part of the routine. I just like to think that because it’s sweeter that way.
That’s the way I like to think of it, too.
According to my 14-year old niece, thinking about something all day and then not getting it is ‘the worst thing in the world’, so in the teenage world, Chubby, has every right to show attitude. Nowadays, I wish this was the worst thing in my world.
That happens when you wait all day to eat your left over pork fried rice but when you get home it’s gone!
Your mouth was all ready!
Or cheesecake, hands off my last piece of cheesecake.
No Cookiee .. No Me Movee ,, Cookie .. now
I do like Chubby’s harness, however — “It wasn’t me.” An all-purpose denial, quite appropriate for a canine, any canine. 😀
Other side says “Mr. Pants A Lot”.