We dogs know how Fridays are for humans, like an escaped convict they run out the door of the corporate cubicles, to exorcise their ghosts over the weekends before returning to the Monday grill. Perhaps, it’s the only day when humans understand what it means to go out for us dogs. In a way, they become Friday dogs themselves 🙂
Ah! That smell of Friday! Here’s to music, food, fun and frolic. We even know a DJ Dog who knows how to party.
And here we have Mr. Pug, the cat-anova.
Till the Monday comes, live thy life, we are the Friday dogs 🙂