This is the tiny pony we see every day on our walk. We call it Fat Tina even though it is a boy, because it is fat and has a hairdo reminiscent of Tina Turner.
Artie loves Fat Tina and Fat Tina loves to suckle on Artie’s mouthflaps and occasionally try to stomp on his face.
Don’t be fooled into thinking that the ball maybe isn’t entirely covered in a layer of saliva. It certainly is.
Artie has a perch.
Today a nice lady stopped us on a walk to pet our dogs and Artie drooled all over her pristine, beautifully-pressed work pants. It was terribly embarrassing.
The elusive bulldog action shot. POW.
I dread to think that I’d start filling this blog with boring ol’ text posts, but I thought you should know that Artie’s method of alerting us to the fact that he is done with being outside is to repeatedly run into the back door as hard as he can.
He also has a grass stain right in the middle of his forehead and we don’t know how he got it.
Windowsill buds!
So, the lady across the street has another gorgeous, healthy, genetically tested bulldog that comes on heat in a month.
Artie babies, anyone?
Goshdangit. All I wanted to do was curl up into the corner of the couch with my blanket and this fatass wedges his fat ass into the only free space present.
He’s a great leg-warmer, though.
:D
