After posting about Bill Cosby, elder abuse and pedo rings of Hollywood today, I need a P12 grit palate cleanser (I know, I’m so butch when I talk sand paper grit) and here’s one in the form of a bulldog going yippee ki-yay, motherfucker, on a little wooden horsey. Thank you cowboy bulldog for being the Scrubbing Bubbles my brain needed.
No, Gabe the Bulldog’s human did not train him to saunter on over to a play horsey, mount it and ride it with happiness while putting up his little paw like a drunk mom on the mechanical bull at Saddle Ranch in West Hollywood. Gabe did it all himself! Riding and Cowboy-ing are in Gabe’s little bulldog heart.
I hate reboots more than I hate broccoli without mayonnaise, but now I want Hollywood to put Gabe in a reboot of Brokeback Mountain called Brokeback Dog Park.