Guest Napper #84 – Going to the Dogs

I laughed out loud (no, REALLY, like a Gen X’er – for real) when Michael sent me this picture of his son, who fell asleep at the table while his Dad was fetching him a clean shirt.

May the odds be ever in your favor, hounds.

It’s a good thing these dogs are friendly, because I think they are really anxious to lick up the rest of the mess the little guy made when he spilled on his shirt…and then collapsed from exhaustion. In fact, his Dad tells me that, unseen by the camera, his son is holding an uneaten sandwich in his hand under the table.


Come to think of it, I almost ended up looking like this after Easter dinner. Everyone is grateful I kept my clothes on, though.

Just keep it together and get through Monday, people.


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