After reading the Relentlessly Huge's adolescent post over the weekend regarding his photogenic qualities, I, Dexter, felt compelled to do a little keyword search of my own.
No surprise to discover that while my "cute" folder was chock full of labradorable photos, the RH's contained a scant few.
Heck, I garner a cuteness label just sitting around. Look at my face!
While the Relentlessly Dour has to resort to the old "give the paw" to find his way into cuteness (a gesture, by the way, which I NEVER do on command, only when angling for some noms or a walkie).
Check it out. Yup, just hanging out in the snow and I am wonderfully charming.
Sorry, big guy, even that peculiarly buxom snow man person is cuter than you are.
The old face on the couch look. Makes momma go all gushy.
Just a pretender to the throne. Not even close.
While preferring to be nekked, I will, on occasion, indulge the DOH by putting on an outfit thereby earning squeals of delight, noms, and another trip of my image into the cuteness folder.
Duh, is this the proper way to wear a toot toot?
Finally, I give you the ultimate in cute, the absolutely most charming, most endearing, most "aw look at the little lab" exclamatory picture.
Yup, poolside Dexter. Doesn't get any more precious than this!
I suspect alcohol might have been involved in the decision to label this foamy mess as cute. Poor batty old momma. Just too lovestruck by the clumsy foolish beast to think straight.
P.S. Momma finally checked our PO box and it had a Starbucks gift certificate and this peculiar bag of human treats in it from Clover and Cosmo. But we forgot their blog address so can somebody help us out to say thanks?
That's my cute little snooter at the bottom of the photo. Hehehe.