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As I rub eye-goobers all over Dad’s office rug, I am reminded of yesterday. It was a Sunday, and that means it was a day of rest at Casa De Guion.
If this were a random Tuesday, I’d be disarming various threats (visit the website if you cannot see the video).
But on a Sunday? You put a lite rock song from Gloria Estefan on the bluetooth speaker … maybe “Can’t Stay Away From You“, and you soak up some sun, dreaming of a chance encounter with Wendy … or of a bowl of vanilla ice cream … or the opportunity to carry a small albeit highly arid twig in your mouth for the final 300 meters of a walk to the mailbox #needwater.
In foto # one it appears that you’re on the hunt for string cheese like any good Doxie whose ancestors were trained to ferret out voles and other delicious delicacies.
Good place (and time) to disarm another threat; maybe they won’t notice you!
Or, on second thought, you might need a hidey-hole AFTER disarming another threat; maybe they won’t notice you!
Awesome. Disemboweling is one of my favorite activities. I even carry it over to some of the dog beds. There’s something special about all that fluffy stuff inside, right? Good job, little bro.
“There simply MUST be a string cheese under this cushion!”
I can see why he needed that nap in the sun. 🙂