Ttthhheee ooonnnlllyyy ttthhhiiinnnggg bbbeeettteeerrr ttthhhaaannn Mmmaaarrruuu iiisss Mmmaaarrruuu iiinnn ssslllooowww mmmoootttiiiooonnn…
Frankly, I don’t get the appeal. They just sit there in a boat, dangling a piece of string in the water. They say it’s relaxing and all, but I don’t wanna relax! I wanna run, jump around — you know, dog stuff — but instead I’m stuck here staring at this water for hours. And I haven’t even seen one fish. Not. One. Fish.
And to top it all off, my tail hurts for some reason.
Well, who wouldn’t want to nibble a cutie like that, Susan S.?
Over at Gizmodo, half the peeps are all like “Dude, that’s so fake, that dog isn’t really playing that game,” and the other half is all like “Yeah, but he thinks he is, he’s like totally rockin’ it,” but we know you’re gonna be all like “Awwww, puppeh” and stuff.
Call your travel agent: A hotel in Nantes, France lets guests feast on hamster grain, run in a giant wheel and sleep in hay stacks in a suite designed to resemble a hamster cage. Judging from these absolutely-100-percent-genuine-no-honestly-would-we-lie-to-you photos, the level of detail is amazingly lifelike.
Photos of “Gadget” from Arlene F., who’ll be getting extra mints on her pillow.
“Hey, Stacy, I noticed you missed Civics class again; if you want, I could help you study for the mid-term because Mr. Dorfman says it’s one-third of your grade and it really won’t be any trouble because I took really good notes and it’s OK if you come over tonight even though it’s D&D night and my mom can make s’mores…” (etc.)
… and because sender-inner Marissa W. asked so nicely… TOOF-HANCE!
I’m going out for “runnies”! Yep, I’m training for the big 10K run. Right now, I’m doing my little stretching exercises, and then it’s down to the park and back.
Photo of “Bamboo” by manzbstfriend, spotted by Lori W.
We’re in a bind, here:
File under “C” for “cuddle”
Or “S” for “snorgle”?
Anastasia K. wrote the book on cuteness!
“My mom was really craving a BLT one night,” says sender-inner Sharon S., “and squirted this mayo man on her toast!”
“She ran upstairs to show me and we laughed SO hard. We have it frozen in our fridge.”
Meet Captain Pennywhistle, whose owners, Becky and David, discovered her talent for sculpture when they gave her an extra-large cracker for a treat. A couple of days later, they found the partially-eaten cracker in her cage.
“I think it looks exactly like a chipmunk!” says Becky. “We’re considering selling it on eBay.”
(Man, this is the sweetest babysitting gig ever. The kid smears the food on his face, and I get to lick it off. I hope he managed to get some dessert on the other side.)
That’s got to be the cleanest baby in history, Samantha M.