Thursday, June 30, 2011


This is Bandido Beastial Cure. A.K.A. Bandit.

I spent a night hanging out with him a few weeks back while my BFF, his owner, was out of town. We watched an intense marathon of Extreme Couponing and bonded. He is one of the sweetest dogs ever. And I know what you're thinking. I say that about all the dogs that have made an appearance on this blog. I can't help it if it's true.

Bandit weighs about 65 pounds. Sometimes, especially when he's trying to sit in my lap, I wonder if he thinks he weighs less. But what do I care? I immediately snuggle up on him and start in with the pathetic "who's the sweetest puppy ever?" talk. It's not pretty when this happens, but it can't be helped.

Kinda like I can't help but shake my butt back and forth every time I greet a happy dog (read: everyday when I get home). Hey. They started it.

It's the ears. They get me every time.


  1. I find myself falling victim to doggy speak quite often...I can't help it, they love it so.