Random Esquire

We took Little Filthy to the beach. The first thing he did was leap on someone’s beach towel and football tackle the beach bag on it, rubbing himself all over it. We shoo’d him away immediately…so he left that blanket and went to another. Where he lifted his leg and relieved himself upon it.

*sigh*

I heard Boss almost come unglued as she ran for him.

After some swimming…

…he trudged his sandy, wet filthy self to another beach towel. A bikini clad woman was on this towel. Little Filthy…shook all over her. She screamed. I said, “Sorry! He’s a MONSTER!”

Then home for a bath and he is passed out, sleeping in the crook made by a set of Boss legs on the couch.

We took Little Filthy to the beach yesterday. Another pug promptly mounted him. I sighed and pulled them apart. Of course, then Little Filthy wanted to know what that was all about. I told him that sometimes dogs do that. One dog gets sick and another dog pushes him to the hospital. I’ll let Boss cover any questions. Fill in the gaps. You know.

Upon leaving the beach, we happened upon a mobile dog spa. We had considered getting Little Filthy shaved to keep him nice and cool during the summer and since he needed a bath anyway, we decided on a quicky shave….what the hell. And I can tell you without a doubt, that was his reaction as well – what. the. hell.

He has a lion tail. And looks like someone stuck the wrong size head on his body.

Here is his, “I mean, honestly” photo:

Right then. Sorry, buddy.