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I always found my dog’s silent killers to be funny. Deadly, but still funny. The long strands of drool, not so much, but it was not frequent, only after running hard on hot days at the park. My pockets were always stuffed with extra poop bags and tissues in case things needed to be wiped down. Go out with pockets full, come home with empty pockets, refill for the next outing. 50% poop bags, 50% tissues, 100% worth every effort.
I don’t see how anyone could resist that face! Seems like an extraordinary tax payment to me.
I just love your description. He is adorable. Tax paid.
Perfect in every way. Walter is adorable and happy. My long ago dog, Gyver, always jumped and looked at his butt when he passed gas. So funny. Taxes paid in full!
Well now…this is embarrassing, I had the image of a bull in a china shop when I mentioned the destruction caused by Walter’s tail, but somehow elephant came out in the description instead of bull. When I was writing this post, Walter was in his happy place doing his happy thing, so I’m going to pass the blame on the happy gas for my brain fart!
Oh, gotta love Walter (was he named after the dog in the book? Or maybe he was the SUBJECT….) What an adorable mug. Your description reminds me of Henri and his “compliments.” One of my cats is currently experiencing more of this phenomenon in his old age. It seems to puzzle him….