Nooooooo, nooooo, noooooooo. Not THOSE.
But and what you can’t see, what the camera couldn’t capture, was the twin thin lines of wind blown drool streaming horizontal from their lipless mouths while Cutter and Tug hone in on Miss Carol’s pocket-o-biscuits.
Holy Haysoos. What a pair. You’d think we never feed them.
The dogs, I mean.
Good lord…I have no words.
Maybe Monday morning was the wrong time to post this.