Boaty the Escape Dog has a GREAT smile!

Poor Wembley does not look happy about sharing the spotlight — poor babe.

Oooh, a special guest dog. Must be sweeps month.

Wembley looks like the Brady kids when cousin Oliver moved in.

“You’re not keeping him are you Dad?”

Wembley looks a wee bit tired; Boaty looks like he is just getting started. Looks like some digging was involved in his escape. Might there be a bit of terrier hiding behind that grin? Poor Wembley – he probably wishes Boaty would be administered in small(er) doses.

What the hell has Boaty been eating? He looks like he’s been feasting on a gazelle carcass.

Boaty’s been into teh forbidden treats again. What a GUD BOY!

Wembley should pay attention and learn about this Dog business…

I was just thinking I didn’t want to fill in the blank in “____-eating grin” when I looked at the picture. Gazelle carcass. Yes. I’ll tell myself that’s what it was.

Boaty — what IS he? Bearded collie cross? Wheaten Terrier? OES-Poodle cross? Maybe a young Briard?

True dog people welcome all dogs into their homes, whether said dog is wet, wetting, nervous, etc. I finally had to draw the line at a pitbull cross who was breaking in through our doggie door. It would have been fine with me if he just wanted to visit and play but all he ever wanted to do was jump on my couches and hump my dog. The jumping was fine, the humping my poor male dog took exception to, especially since it was in his own house and he couldn’t escape.

See, to me Wembley looks all warm and snuggly with the big fuzzy dog. So cute!

Boaty is a happy dog. Awesome smile. I love dogs that smile.

Boaty’s smile could power San Diego.

Also, Wembley appears to have a crush.

So..I guess an update is in order.

Did Boaty’s parents pick him up soon thereafter? Or, did they realize their fantastic luck and go out to dinner knowing that he had a great babysitter and playmate scored for the day/evening?

where is fenway? did you TRADE him for this fluffy nimwit and not TELL US??????

A Cuteness duo. Thanks!

Yes, dancinfool beat me to the remark that if you and the Fetching* Mrs. Tbogg weren’t already dog people, Boaty’s grin would have converted you on the spot (“Bed? What bed? Oh, that! But you made it so… cozy!”).

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* Double entendre intended. After all, don’t both of your housemates (and escape-in guests) view their dog-friendly living situation as “four-legs-good-two-legs-have-highly-useful-opposable-thumbs-fetching-capacity”?

Who’s the happy dog, Boaty’s the happy dog, yesheis yesheis yesheis … happy dog ….

I 2nd that emotion!
Boaty appears to be a mutt. Why this should be a worse thing to call a cheerful, gazelle-tinted fellow than “mixed breed” I don’t know. (Unless maybe becuz “mutt” is or used to be cop slang for criminal…) Anyway, you go, Boaty! And apparently he does.

Thanks for introducing us to Boaty. He looks like a real character. BUT you know what this means:

Tuesday Night Boaty Blogging!!!!!

We will want updates and photos on a regular basis.

Now, not only have I referred to myself as a ‘mutt’ (no big deal there), but I have heard my President refer to himself as a ‘mutt’. Yay America.

And it seems to me the little tyke is saying, “You better not be telling me I’m going to have to live with Little Miss Sunshine here.”

This is one of the most lovely, charming photos I’ve seen here – and that’s in the face of a lot of competition. I keep coming back to it.

The only thing I’ve had a problem with is that, on at least one of the several monitors I’ve loaded this onto, Wembley’s eyes sort of disappear into the surrounding black fur. Nothing that a minor tweak with a photo editor couldn’t fix, though, with no sacrifice in photo quality (in my unqualified, limited-experience opinion).

And Boaty! That face promises mischief and puppy hi-jinks, with an innocent casualness that says, ‘aw c’mon, yer not gonna stay mad at the owner of this face, are you? How is that even possible?’ Yes, I do believe that Boaty has potential as the next sensation on these here interblogs.