I am really, really good at working up some nice, foamy drool.

I can tell that mom isn’t exactly thrilled with this special talent of mine, but what can I say…

I know that you dogs will understand.

Most of my best work comes when dad and I engage in a little hearty stick-work:

See?  I’ve already got my drool on…

I think because it was a little warm today for what was supposed to be a crisp, autumn day here in the desert of Los Angeles, my drool machine was turned onto “high”.

Good times.

Love,

Bogart

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