Officer, I’m telling you — this is breed profiling. A car with six Labs just blew past me in the slow lane!
I get my kicks — and my rawhide sticks — on Route 66!
You’d better crack a window. I had no idea brand new cars smelled like puppy farts!
Don’t laugh. Chicks dig this look.
A new car for me because a) THIS face, and b) I just turned a sweet 16 weeks.
Oh yes, laugh Mister Big Man. Do you have your own wheels?
As many times as he made the trip to Tractor Supply, Roy never lost the thrill of being the only dog in town to pull up in his own pick-up truck.
Somewhere in Boston: Hey Sully, look at that wicked loozah tryin’ah double pahk on a packie run! What a maw-ron. He’s gonna make us late fuh the friggin’ Sox game!
Road trip grub? Freddie Bumbles never met a french fry he didn’t like.
(Look familiar? This post previously appeared on the blog 8/18/2014.
Cool your jets, doll face. Even HBO runs repeats).
Cute… great captions, as usual.
OMG so cute
So very funny! Thanks for always making me smile Laurie with your wonderful blog!
Bahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!! Breed profiling!! Rawhide sticks on R66! xxxooo
So cute!
Laughing out loud. Perfect for a miserably rainy day here in NJ.
Love seeing my boy Fred in there with this group of traveling Corgis!!
Your captions make me laugh out loud too.