But Harry has a weakness. Kleenex. He simply cannot resist the siren call of that white tissue. If it's sitting on a table he's sidle up and nip it off the table. If it's in your lap he'll edge up and carefully extract it from you. He'll even try to take it out of your hand. And if a box of tissues is left within reach--it's over. All the while he's looking at you with these big brown eyes, like "I'm sorry, it's just too good to resist!"
(The really hilarious part is once he captures his prey it turns to a wet tissue mess in his mouth and he does the gummy peanut butter-mouth thing. Never seems to bother him though.)
With allergy season upon us, Harry couldn't be a happier dog. The other night I left a bunch of Kleenexes on the night stand when I went to bed. This is what I woke up to:
Poor Harry. The effort of attacking the Kleenex was too much.
6 comments:
OMG! He is sooo cute!
Where did you ever get 2 dogs with such different personalities. They must have been raised the same for racing. Harry is so good. Grandma
Now I know you are watching, I'm afraid to check for new ones.
Did Mom really just say "OMG"?
:)
I'm old. I'm allowed to say stupid things!
Funny pic. How can you get mad at that face? :)
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