Vintage Beauty

“I’m so sick and tired of everyone calling me a dog. ‘Look at that Enid,’ they all say. ‘What a dog.’ So I’m getting my hair done, then a manicure, and then — look out, world, it’s a brand new me!”

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A dog with its fur set in curlers at George Constantinides’ hairdressing salon on Hornsey Road, London, December 1968. (Photo by Paul Fievez/BIPS/Hulton Archive/Getty Images) Via Gizmodo.

Flippers of Fury!

“So! You seek to challenge kung-fu master Peng-Wan, do you? You are no match for my relentless flapping skills!

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Via David Goehring.

It’s the FTD Puppy Bouquet! (Updated)

Are you in the doghouse with your spouse? Say “I’m sorry” with the FTD Fall Puptacular arrangement, including a gorgeous arrangement of rich fall colors, coffee mug, and a puppy. Yeah, that should about do it.

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UPDATE! Bonus extra additional photo that I didn’t notice until just now!

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Via Chris on Flickr.

Hey, Are You Guys Cats, Too?

I was just saying to myself (awm nawm nawm), I wonder where all the other cats are? (crunch, munch) And here we are, just us cats! (slurp, smack) So whatcha guys doing? Cat stuff, am I right? (burp) You know I love it!

Rear Window II

In this long-awaited sequel, professional furtographer “Mutt” Muffries becomes suspicious of a neighbor Rottweiler burying an unusually large amount of bones in his backyard.

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Via La Guisla amagada.

Oh, You Shouldn’t Have

I even appreciate how you sewed my name onto them, but I’m still not wearing them.

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Via Alison Benbow.

License and Registration, Please

“Sir, I pulled you over for doing 70 yards in a 55-yard-per-hour zone. (sniff, sniff) Is that illegal catnip I smell, sir? I’m going to have to ask you to open the back of the van, sir…”

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Here is Bruno with one of my two model Zuk vans,” says Flickr-er Trevor.

I Just Feel So… Drained

I’m just limp as a noodle. Every day on the colander feels strainer and strainer. Oh well, I’ll just pasta time away here.

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Via Russell Bernice.

The Meowchant of Venice

Hath not a Mew eyes? Hath not a Mew paws, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, whiskers? If you prick us, do we not whap? If you tickle us, do we not look annoyed? If you… actually, this is all just a roundabout way of asking: Are we having ham for dinner?

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The Solitary Vigil for the Dreaded UPS Man

For sleepless days and nights he waits, ever on guard against the sinister Man in Brown and his parcels of evil. Then he hears it: the metallic shhunk of the sliding door, followed by footsteps up the front walk. This is his moment. Only he can defend his home against the hellish forces of Zappos and L.L. Bean. Fighting off fatigue, he crouches into assault stance, aaaaaaaaand…

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“He woke up and started to get off the couch then went back to sleeping like this,” says Redditor T_Avalon.

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