In an effort to create a little personal space, dad has migrated from the bed to the couch: as if he can escape the inevitable! Now he has the whole clan piled onto a much smaller area, but nobody ever said he was smart.
But there is a new ingredient added to this canine stewpot; mom didn’t push the front door completely closed when she left, and now a barely perceptible,slow, creaking sound is evident as someone or something sloooowly gains entry. Then the sound of stealthy footsteps approaching the couch, dad’s vision obscured by a certain black mass of dog sprawled across his head. What could it be? One of those bozos dressed up as clowns that FB seems so intent on telling us about? Then the being begins to creeeeep onto the couch, inch by inch closer to dad’s jugular, and, yes, it is a clown after all.
It’s Clyde S. Dale.
Clyde is an outside dog, but decided to scope out the wonders that obviously exist on the interior of the Casa del Whackos: Charlie Bravo Day just seemed like the right time to make the first incursion.
Chark Diem, Clydster!
Another cutie pie 🙂
oh no not the Clydster….too cute for words…Chark on Ms Carlie and the other inmates.
Hahahaha thanks for the laugh this morning. It’s cold and I’m crabby in Nebraska. ❤️
She’s not gonna let that happen for long, so you need to enjoy what little she will allow you to have with Dad! 🙂
Why is he an outside dog?
I need to find him a home, but recent “events” have retarded these efforts… plus, he makes an excellent foil for Charlie’s energy
I was gonna ask the same ?. You don’t strike me as the type to keep a dog outside. You know the dog is gonna be part of the pack. lol. good luck and thank you
Life at the Casa reaches critical mass at certain times; to paraphrase Gus in Lonesome Dove, “I don’t see a bunch of people racing to adopt a dead whore’s son…”
Always an adventure at the Casa
The more the merrier.
You go, Clyde !!!!! 😀
Happy Charlie Bravo Day!
He looks like he knows he will get booted out at any moment!!! Poor guy!
Stand your inside ground, Clyde!
I think you need a Casa specific designed couch. One that curves around a corner of the room with plenty of space for the charksters AND the humans they allow to dwell there!
It’s a wonder you can function on so little sleep!.. xxx 🙂
Clyde’s looking mighty fine! Did he scale the kennel fence to get in? Lol, the look on his face….”you don’t see me” He’s Yin to Charlie’s Yang!
There’s no such thing as an outdoor dog! They all belong inside on your lap (or sofa, or bed, or chair, or feet)!
He just wants to cuddle!
When did Clyde show up? Wow, I’m missing a lot…
Clyde and his sister almost got me shot; found them in emaciated condition on side of the road, with a sheriff and state trooper parked on the other… I whipped a 180, thinking to assist in the rescue when I quickly found out that the dogs weren’t on their radar, but they were doing a prisoner transfer. Yikes… after a lengthy battle with mange/ringworm, the female was adopted by Faith K, came all the way to the Casa, now I need to find a place for Clyde. The recent job loss has has taken a bit of my attention from dog matters, if you can imagine.
Oh ok I remember now! Memories not asgood…