Spring Butt Sniffing

Sometimes words aren’t necessary.  Took Mr. Pickles out to the local dog park last sunday to burn off some winter lard… For both of us…

Stripped the top off the Jeep.  Threw the Dawg in.  He had no idea where we were going... He didn't care.

Stripped the top off the Jeep. Threw the Dawg in. He had no idea where we were going... He didn't care.

First 15 minutes in the park.  Always looks pretty much the same...

First 15 minutes in the park. Always looks pretty much the same...

 

Mr. P makes friends easily.  And makes a fine wing-mutt, giving me ample opportunity to check out the man-goods at the park.

Mr. P makes friends easily. And makes a fine wing-mutt, giving me ample opportunity to check out the man-goods at the park.

Happy puppy.  As was the driver on the ride home... loves me my dawg.  loves me my jeep.

Happy puppy. As was the driver on the ride home... loves me my dawg. loves me my jeep.

21 thoughts on “Spring Butt Sniffing

  1. How cute is he?? very happy puppy–new places to do his business is always nice—hhmm–man-goods could have been better.

  2. hisqueen – the guy throwing the ball was nice. he was there with a wife/girlfriend and a small, practice dog. he just seemed to like throwing a ball for a large, thumpable mutt…

    alex – the dog ate it.

    nursemyra – thanks. pillow fight? xxx

    DP – you’re stalking me. that’s why…

  3. “how can it be heaven if we aren’t allowed to sniff each others bums”

    My father’s view on dogs in heaven.

    I need some lard reducing action. My horizontal mambo’ing most favourite forms of exercise is unavailable at the moment.

  4. Now Friday would just stick her nose in the air, and not deign to sniff the butts of the peasants, because she is such a Princess. She gets to go places other dogs don’t. Stuck up little bitch.

    Looks like you and Mr. Pickles had a good day of it. Now if only our weather would warm up.

  5. unbearable banishment – the jeep is silver. car next to it was red – hence the ‘pink’. i’m not a ‘pink jeep’ sort of woman. and yes, topless weather for sure!

    dolce – it’s the best kinda yoga/cardio, isn’t it? about 40 days, right?

    silverstar – the weather turned to shit today. cold rain. hoping for more sunshine soon. needs me more photons! nothing wrong with a stuck up little bitch! she’s special!

    uncle keith – you are quite the sweet talker…

    gnu – he’s not much for giving direction, but he will retrieve my drink if i drop it… that’s something, i suppose…

    casey – you are one controlling motherfucker, aren’t you? why is it ok for you to go on so-called “camping trips” with the guys? do you think i’m that stupid? you haven’t found the magnetic GPS tracking device on the Scout yet, have you…. god, i miss you…

  6. Remember that one time we set those pallets on fire out in the woods and sat on that beer keg talking all night? I won’t to go back to that, but I think you like the drink too much…

  7. manuel – i wanna be my dog. he gets to sleep all day. is always happy. and can find a stick amusing for days…

    casey – i knew you hadn’t forgotten. good times, baby… i’ve never seen anyone who could light farts as good as you…

    ginny – yes. he is pure goodness. not a molecule of mean, needy, defensive or anything dark in his big brown body… except for that pesky tendency to eat poo? he’s about perfect…

    fragrant liar – he wasn’t paying attention to me. he was suffering dog envy and was smitten with the big brown lug in the field…

  8. kyknoord – yeah. really. but if he could work the camera? there’d have been another pic of me sniffing the man-goods… his wife/girlfriend was just a little thing, and even with a bum knee, i coulda taken her…

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