Shot of the Day #67: The Interrogation

Shot with iphone. Click to enlarge.

As per tradition, when we arrived home and situated our luggage, Banzai-who stayed back in LA-kept a tight vigil on the bags we took, as if some doggie holy grail (i.e. a fresh, dripping dinosaur bone) was hidden deep inside & will grant her every carnal desire....or just sniff our soiled skivvies. Knowing Banz, it could be a toss-up, pending how sweaty our genny's were.

Ever since i can remember, whenever we would come home from a trip, Banzai would just stand there, still as glass, waiting for either one of two options:

a) Thumbs to magically grow on her paws to allow her access to the zipper to unfurl some stinky booty.

b) For one of us to open the luggage so that she may sniff the ever-living shit out of it like it was a line of coke Sly Stallone's cock at Studio 54 in 1977. (Wow, where did that come from?)

Needless to say, she's a mutt on a mission when the luggage returns home.

So, here is The Banz at her usual post-travel position, going on 40....41 minutes. Good luck, Squibs.

Good to be home.

Joe