“Woof!” as the household in-joke goes. Andy and Dougy flip their tails in glee when I woof at them. If anything, they have good senses of irony, if not humor.
That said, today is Dougy’s day to hog all the photo spots in my blog. He cooperated well, for a change, and I think he felt obligated to cooperate or I’d tell you how he woke himself up with a startled little “meow” and couldn’t figure out if he was dreaming he was awake or awake and dreaming. Jeez! He’s just a little kitty, folks! He suffered enough that I laughed when he let out his little yelp!
Here’s a dignified version of Dougy on the ottoman.
Better, though he’s resting his eyes….
Maybe a little better, with his eyes kind of open….
Oops! My subject got bored!
Dougy leaves and all the life drains from the room. Woof! Woof!
Dougy is an artist and his changing look says much ! 🙂
In freindship
Michel
Next, he’ll wear a cute little beret and smoke Gauloises! I think he has all the earmarks of a potential expatriate. Hee! Hee! Of course, he’ll live in the 5th arrondissment of Paris, but on money he borrows from me….!
Those are some greta photos of the amazing disappearing My Dougy. Handsome and adorable as usual.
I don’t know why he was so cooperative…! Make hay while the sun shines, though!
Very cute photos- good job Dougy.
Dougy was being cooperative for a change!
(wags tail) woof! woof!!!
How about at your home, Maggie? If we joke about “woof! woof!” do you “meow”?
we definitely Woof! 😉
We woof around here, too, though it’s my way of teasing the kitties!
Aww they love their daddy
They have to: I’m the one who opens the cans!
LOL!
Have to have priorities lined up, eh!?