Remember our little workout cutie from the other day, and how some of you were all like “Hah! The dog’s leaning against the wall!” Well, check it, peeps: Wall-free aerobic awesomeness, and yes, more Beatles music.
“This lovely animal on the photos show the Newfoundland Leilah, the lady dog of my parents,” writes sender-inner Nahal A. “She got sleepy in the garden, but luckily she had her Molly with her…” Probably got tired from hauling all that fur!
Dude, you call this a half-pipe? It’s, like, totally made of construction paper or something, and it’s not even big enough for my skateboard! I’m, like, a professional athlete, dude, I don’t have time for this!
Love the tongue, Jacqueline T.!
With the approach of Summer, be sure to check your Kitten Trees for the first fruit of the season. Normally, the Kitten Tree will produce in mid-June, but occasionally a few kittens will drop early, and should be promptly harvested before they become confused and moldy.
They look ripe to me, Margaret S.
At last, the wait is over for our thousands of readers who’ve written over the years, demanding to know: When are you going to show a man and a dog doing squats to Beatles music while Jeno’s Pizza Rolls bake in the kitchen? There. You’re welcome.
Feel the burn, Phillip P.
Alas, it is merely the image of a pup smoking a pipe. We post it to illustrate the paradox that confronts us: Even as we seek the essence of Teh Qte, we attain only its effigy, captured in an imperfect medium that robs our senses of the nuance of sound and touch: The wagging of the tail; the satisfying feel of a skritchy-scratch under the chin; the glance of recognition at the phrase “who’s a good boy, then?” or as the French would say, “Oo ees zay goot boy, zen?” Indeed, it was René Descartes, a leading light among the French philosophers, who would probe the boundaries of Man’s attempts to reconcile the worlds of the real and the ethereal, seeking the underlying truth behind the contradictions of our fruitless quest to…
Hmm, I’m (scrape, scrape) noticing a bit of (scrape, scrape) plaque building up here (scrape, scrape)… Are you brushing in those hard-to-reach places, young lady?
(echo chamber) Now (Now) let’s (let’s) take a (take a) look at (look at) those (those) molars (molars molars…)
Now rinse, Lily L.
It’s baseball season, and each year, the Saint Paul Saints‘ bullpen gets a visitor from the pigpen. This year it’s a piglet named Slumhog Millionaire, from a litter born at the Minnesota Zoo. Slumhog joins the Saints’ past pantheon of punny porcines, including Boarack Ohama, Notorious P.I.G., and (forgive us) Kevin Bacon.
… that the official Cute Overload icon is back where it belongs!
Look up! Goodbye, un-cute “W” icon (you know we love ya, WordPress), welcome back, cute chickie icon!