Dogs 243-247

Check out this elder statesman right here, contemplating the next resolution on trade relations with Panama or something. I hope a lot of people patted him on the head as they walked by, because no one deserves it more.


Something I wish I had is a time machine. Because if I ever get a family together and we decide to buy a dog, I'm not getting one unless I'm absolutely certain it will grow up to be exactly like this. That's something I refuse to take chances on.


Dudefella's got his fetchin' stick, and his leashin' leash -- he just has to make sure his runnin' feet are clean. Or maybe there was just something tasty stuck to that one. I mean, when was the last time you saw a dog clean himself like a cat. I ask you.


Why is it that when I look at him, all I can think of is something out of Dickens or whatever? "Please suh, cood yew speh a doyme?" I can't render that old-timey London accent for crap, but you get the idea.


I think it's just a trick of the light combined with indeterminate fur coloring, but don't this guy's front legs look ridiculously long? Like if he actually got up, he'd look like one of those AT-AT landwalkers from Empire Strikes Back? Except without the lasers, obviously.

Sorry I missed the month of November, people!