I won't even dignify this picture with a comment other than to say I was not a willing party. Someone call the Humane Society and give them my address. And while you are on the phone, order me a kibble pizza with a side of bread sticks.
We are a Pembroke Welsh Corgi, and an American Cocker Spaniel. We pretty much live to cost our pawrents as much money as possible and in return we shower them with moments of jocularity, mayhem and unconditional love. We are both adopted - Coop was even on Death Row at one point. Now we have a great yard to run in, a wading pool, fud and three Rubbermaid bins of toys and outfits.
Mum calls me Senor Puppy Pants because I have a great butt with lots of feathers and Coop, well, he's just Coop - quiet, unassuming and grateful for his new life.