When you had a stressful morning on the groomer’s table, involving — what you call — “close calls” with scissors and you want your dumb servant to remember your beauty comes with a price, and that price is steak.
The sun blasts his corneas, but Cooper knows how to expertly squint his beagle eyes in order to hone in on what appears to be a handful of kibble. He’s a pro.
Once again, Finn’s special, weekly post is delayed. Something you may have already figured out, and definitely need to know is he DOES NOT tolerate lateness. He won’t even look at us; he’s disgusted with what he calls our, “lack of commitment to worshipping a perfect form and existence.” ??????????????... Read More
Happy Finn Friday! Finn — being the insatiable narcissist he is — wanted you to see this close-up of his perfect visage. We are all co-dependents, dutifully encouraging this beautiful egomaniac.