Great Pyrenees rank very low on being high-strung. And they rank very high in big dog confidence. So you know what that means right? They’re puddles of goo and proud of it!
This is Pierre, the Great Pierrenees (OK, Pyrenees) as a huge baby, adopted through a local animal shelter. Photo by Jonathan. Sent in by Lillian R.
Psssssst, they’re cracking down on muddy butties, pass it on!
They’re the tock of the town, Orin Zebest
We promise to make your stay as comfterbuhls as possible and we offer complimentary nuts on your pillow.
Time to check out Coast and Canyon Wildlife!
After your roborub, would you like to play a game? (pulls chess set out of front compartment)
Maybe it’s looking for Oreo’s snooze button, meddygarnet .
“Bartender, I’d like a Fuzzy Navel, please.” the frog said, a tad politely.
Let the good slimes roll, Paula A.!
Zee poopay ees in range. Zee poopay suspects nozzink. I shall hold my pozeeshon until zee moment ees right…
Zee poopay ees zo close… …ATTACK!
We complete each other.
This is Binka cuddling with her penguin. Bet they finish each other’s sentences too, Kim B.
I was abducted by aliens who force fed me ice cream.
This is a Fuzzy photo, I mean, photo of Fuzzy, by Lindsay A.
What beauty could ever learn to love a beast? Before the last petals fall?
This is Tamara L.’s French Bulldog. Oh Oslo, you sexeh beast you!
Aristoquacks, though endangered, are most commonly seen in the countryside, since they own most of it. Distinguishing features include their simply spiffing clothing, which used to belong to Mummy and Daddy, and their oft-heard call of “Harrumph.” Unaccustomed as they are to work, aristoquacks are ever so fond of spending their days dabbling and preening and wittering, “Lads, I think the pheasants are revolting.”
This eggstavagant photo by Polly.
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