Doggie is all “Erm, yes, yes I’m *helping* feed the lamb this bottle. Not even thinking of *stealing* the bottle. Nosireebob. Would never think of trying to *take* the bottle from a helpless lamb.”
That’s a definite scroll-down qte. The first centimeter lulls you into into a false sense of security, all “Oh, I’m just a photo of a dog with a toy,” then BAM!! Maximum cute-age achieved!
Such good ones: “Home Sheep-O; L’ewes; Lambs R US. Now, can someone PLEASE pass me their cell phone, ahhh too late, you’re gonna haveta cawl 911 for me. Maybe I can do it myself, with my chin or something.
But, when I come to, I’m just gonna call the “Baby lamb, Golden Retriever & Bottle store.” Like duh, so easy. We all can have this. And they deliver.
Oh heavens!!! Just close down the internets because we have now officially seen it all. ♥♥♥♥
Goldens really are the bestest. My parents had one – that 90 pound gentle oaf thought he was a lap dog til the day he passed (and who was I to tell him otherwise?).
(face down on floor)
What? I see stuff like this all the time.
Nerves of steel. That’s our Skippymom. She’s the one who mops up all of us who are DED from teh QTE.
OOOH MAAAH GAAAH *thud*
Goldens are the best
oh my. this is just too, too much. I can’t even…
Oh, dem Golden sippers!
Oh, old timey reference. Nice.
Ermaghernia.
Er kner! Derg, lermb, bertle. Ter merch.
You guys are killing me…
That lambie has a nanny dog!
A Nernny derg!
Oh sterp it, yer perple!
Whert fer?
Doggie is all “Erm, yes, yes I’m *helping* feed the lamb this bottle. Not even thinking of *stealing* the bottle. Nosireebob. Would never think of trying to *take* the bottle from a helpless lamb.”
*shifty-eyes*
A baa-baa with a baa-baa!
Add to to-do list: Acquire a golden retriever. Acquire a lamb. Train retriever to bottle-feed lamb.
I think they sell lambs at Home Sheep-o.
Thanks for the tip. I was searching the telephone directory for a Lambs R Us in my area, to no avail.
i think they have them across the street at L’ewes.
HA!
The hovertext describes exactly what is happening at this very moment here in my living room…. OH EM GEEEEEE!!!
Wool ewe go on with your baaaad self.
Sigh. Was trying to reply to Oakley. iPhone shames me again.
Sheep happens.
That’s a definite scroll-down qte. The first centimeter lulls you into into a false sense of security, all “Oh, I’m just a photo of a dog with a toy,” then BAM!! Maximum cute-age achieved!
Makes perfect sense. The lamb brought hotdish to the last meeting.
“Momma loves ewe. Now drink your baa baa.”
Such good ones: “Home Sheep-O; L’ewes; Lambs R US. Now, can someone PLEASE pass me their cell phone, ahhh too late, you’re gonna haveta cawl 911 for me. Maybe I can do it myself, with my chin or something.
But, when I come to, I’m just gonna call the “Baby lamb, Golden Retriever & Bottle store.” Like duh, so easy. We all can have this. And they deliver.
Oh heavens!!! Just close down the internets because we have now officially seen it all. ♥♥♥♥
Goldens really are the bestest. My parents had one – that 90 pound gentle oaf thought he was a lap dog til the day he passed (and who was I to tell him otherwise?).
And the icing on the cake: there’s a teeny heart on this lamb’s face!
There’s is!! Oh my goodness, I reall have hurt myself squeeing.
Oh, look at it!!! I think MY heart just grew three sizes and broke its little measuring box thingy.