Sherman and Leroy's Slobber Day Celebration!
Once again, it is time for slobber day, sponsored by Sherman and Leroy.
The truth is, that yours truly, well, I just don't slobber. Subsequently, momma has been attempting to stage a slobber photo as in this one where she is withholding my breakfast.
|Momma! Please! Breakfast!|
But we both agreed that was not only a bit mean, but also not in keeping with the spirit of slobber day. A day which is all about embracing the glorious slobbering abilities of the talented doggies with impossibly wet jowls.
My primary experience with slobber is having it placed on my person by the Relentlessly Huge.
|I often felt like the RH's facecloth.|
But I bow to his superior abilities to generate a never ending supply of the stuff.
Thus, I give you:
The King of Slobber
|The subtle foam.|
|The suds machine.|
|The artful placement.|
|The partially frozen stringer.|
|The blowing in the wind with lipstick.|
|The toxic water bowl.|
|The full facial.|
|The debris collector.|
We all miss The Mango. Yes, even me (sometimes). And while most of the time momma is happy not to have to be cleaning up all that slime and goo I think that sometimes she'd relish slobbery walls, ceilings, guests, clothing, and labradudes if it meant having her big old Bubba back.