Having an Affair

Happy Wordless Wednesday! My dogs are convinced I’m having an affair. Being Wordless Wednesday, I thought it would be easier to show you why, than to tell you. You be the judge. Am I having an affair?

Elvis, Basset extraordinaire — This is Elvis, the neighbor’s Basset mix. I leave for a couple of hours each afternoon to hang out with the neighbor’s elderly mom, taking her to the mall or Walmart to people watch. It’s a tough job, Especially when I have to spend time with Elvis. Am I having an affair?

Handsome Basset mix — See that sad face? It’s the face of a Basset who wants treats. Jones chews, to be exact. This Basset needs lovin’. Could you blame me if I was having an affair? He’s mighty handsome.

Imploring Basset - treats, please? — C’mon – could you resist this face? I can’t help myself! I spend ten minutes petting Elvis and giving him treats every time I’m there! He’s a handsome Basset mix, with a lot of white and a lot of bulk. Maybe I should go easy on the treats … Nah.

Begging eyes — If I *am* having an affair (and I’m not saying I am), it’s totally justified. I mean, look at those eyes!! Could you resist those eyes? *swoon*

I don’t understand why my dogs think I’m having an affair. Really?! Just because I come home covered in tiny white dog fur, smelling like Elvis … This is the face I get when I return home every afternoon.

Affen asks why — Mama, why? WHY?! Why you pet that other dog? Every day! ‘Splain, mama!

Then I get a thorough sniffing, from head to toe. Chewy’s nose works over time when I’ve been hanging out with Elvis. Turns out he’s a jealous little dog. Who knew? Then I give him a treat …

Let sleeping dogs lie — A treat in his tummy and a nap on board – so male.

And all is well.

Until I write again …

Flea

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