He’s a well preserved 11 3/4 years old, with 6 1/2 hairs left on his gorgeous body and a menopausal mum who drops the house back to about 58 degrees every night so she can sleep. Both Major Dad AND Mac Daddy think sweaters rock, as do quilts. They’re very indulgent and understanding guys.
Well, we have always called him our ‘sensitive 90’s male’. Crusader said he didn’t want to know what Mac had to do to get those beads. I reminded him this isn’t Enumclaw ~ he got the beads just for coming to last year’s Mardi Gras fete.
I think Lisa’s right. The poor baby does have a look of the carefree gay faded movie star about him.
Like he’s looking for someone named “Reg” to play tennis with.
I told them he was sensitive, Donnah! Could they stop? Oooooh, no, picking on a 200 year old (and nattily dressed, I might add) labradork…
The shame of it.
I dunno, he’s a sweet dog and all, but to me, he looks like he’s saying, “Puh-LEEESE, Dad! Don’t take my photo while I’m dressed like this! It’s so embarrassing!!! I wouldn’t be seen at a dog fight dressed like this!!!!”
I’m no media hound!
What.The.Heck? That poor dog….
He’s a schweet old man, Wunder.
A schweet old GAY man, maybe. At Mardi Gras.
He’s a well preserved 11 3/4 years old, with 6 1/2 hairs left on his gorgeous body and a menopausal mum who drops the house back to about 58 degrees every night so she can sleep. Both Major Dad AND Mac Daddy think sweaters rock, as do quilts. They’re very indulgent and understanding guys.
Well, we have always called him our ‘sensitive 90’s male’. Crusader said he didn’t want to know what Mac had to do to get those beads. I reminded him this isn’t Enumclaw ~ he got the beads just for coming to last year’s Mardi Gras fete.
Poor Mac. Reduced to French Poodle blog fodder by his own mum……
I think Lisa’s right. The poor baby does have a look of the carefree gay faded movie star about him.
Like he’s looking for someone named “Reg” to play tennis with.
His tail’s down, y’all.
I told them he was sensitive, Donnah! Could they stop? Oooooh, no, picking on a 200 year old (and nattily dressed, I might add) labradork…
The shame of it.
I think he’s a big sweetie, but then again, I’m a known soft touch for Companion Animal-Americans.
As long as he can get up, eat, and show interest in life and people, help him in any way possible.
I dunno, he’s a sweet dog and all, but to me, he looks like he’s saying, “Puh-LEEESE, Dad! Don’t take my photo while I’m dressed like this! It’s so embarrassing!!! I wouldn’t be seen at a dog fight dressed like this!!!!”