Some days at B*heme ain’t all bad. Today, two giant dogs fell in love with me. And I with them. In honor of our love, I kept clicking away, taking crappy cell phone photos. It’s a gift. Still …. Meet Buster and Simba, 2-year-old, 150-pound Great Danes:
Simba in the front. Buster next to him. Staring at the traffic. To be fair, the traffic mesmerized them just as much as I did.
Even enormous canines like Diedrich coffee:
“Oh, Tracey, min elskede ….. here, let me please to kiss you …. pay no attention to deh spittle on deh nose …. may I please to sit in your lap?”
Which he really did try to do. I just couldn’t get a picture of it. I was too busy being crushed under the weight of a giant, lovesick, caffeinated dog.
Awwwww…da bay-bees!
I know!
[squeal!] PUPPIES!!!
(I don’t care how old a doggie is, if it’s adorable, it’s a puppy.)
That last picture is such a canine thing to do – “Huh? What’s this? Let me smell! Goody goody goody!”
“Look, Scoob! Uhhh CLUUUUE! Dun-dun-DUNNNNNNHH.”