Dante wanted to be spic and span for Mother's Day, so he even started a day ahead to make sure he would be clean enough.
Now I have a pristine pet with sparkling fur, and the only thing he's using that tongue for today is to give me kisses! And after you're kissed by that tongue, you'll never be the same. It cuts a rough, wide swath across your face and leaves a trail of something resembling razor burn. Dante is, after all, my hunka, hunka burning love!
The following series of pictures speaks for itself.
HAPPY MUDDER'S DAY EFURRYONE!
BIG KISSES AND MUCH LOVE,