Woke up this morning, I got the blues so baaaad.
Just got out on parole,
Got no food in my bowl,
I’m packin’ up my bags,
But before I go,
I’m already regrettin’,
how I’m gonna steal your soul.
Sender-Inner Leslie I. says this pic was sent around her office to find this stray kitty a home. Photo by L.C., NC.
Don’t move! We’ll get you out! But first do you mind if we get a photo of this!
Photo taken by Irene Anderson who says, “Everyone enjoys a good soak in the tub! Our dog Gromit thinks so!”
Mmmmm (sniff, sniff), he went with the mesquite charcoal this time, good choice…
(sniff, sniff) Is that a whiskey sauce he’s using? (sniff, sniff) No, it’s tomato-based, but with too much vinegar, that’s what confused me…
OK, time for the first flip… (sniff, sniff) Ooooooh yeeeeaaahhh, that’s heavenly…
Pass the napkins, Carmel C.
There’s a terrifying new thrill at Mousieland Theme Park this fall: Marmie’s Revenge! Ten tons of twisting, twirling tubular track, with an added surprise — a ravenous, razor-fanged, mouse-eating marmie!
And just when you think you’ve escaped, brace yourself for… the Loop of Doom!
Stephanie K. writes: “These pictures are of my family’s cat Sassy amidst my younger brother’s K’NEX structures.” And here’s a full view, so we can appreciate how cool Stephanie’s brother is:
They were having a sale down at Bunningdale’s Toupée Shop today.
Mr. Bun didn’t really like it at first, but then it grew on him.
The only problem is Mrs. Bun thinks it looks better on her!
Baby (brown bun) and Bobo (grey bun) by Karen H.
It’s simple really. Until all my demands are met, I keep slobbering.
I’m fully prepared to speed things up.
Throw Costello a bone! Andrew H. says Costello “is a 6 month old (yes 6), Old English Bulldog puppy.”
When his other big rolls ran out, the once famous Guinea Pitt, could only get smaller rolls.
They’re rolling out the red carpet for Godber, Tracey G.
I’d like you to meet my pet fawn.
I call her “Knobs” after her knees.
When I’m at work at Cute Overload Headquarters, she hangs out in the lawn in front of the office and stares at people on their cigarette breaks.
She wears a spotted pocket square if she gets schnozzle sniffles.
She goes to the spa for hoofie-hoofies (fawn version of mani-pedi.)
On her best days, she’ll show you her tiny tongue.
Baby fawn pictures taken by my co-worker Kathleen Q.
So like, what I’m expressing here is: Dog doesn’t need your corporate fascism, Mister Businessman. Dog has no use for your unhip grey-flannel-suburban-split-level-claims-adjusting-7:53-from-Hartford mental prison, baby.
Dog just needs to be free, y’know? Dog needs to, like, spill his martini once and a while, because that’s real, that’s truth. That… is… what… life… is… maaaaaaan.
Groovy chick Tina D. hits us with: “This is my poodle Emmett, badly in need of a haircut, posing with a new piece of artwork that my fiance and I plan to hang in our living room.”
Here at the Cute Overload Observation and Testing (COOT) facility, we’re building the pup of tomorrow today. Our high-speed wind tunnel subjects snouts to extreme air pressure, resulting in dogs that are sleeker, faster… or in this case, just goofier.
Alexandra R. says: “This is my dog, Emma. We live in Boston, Massachusetts and hadn’t left town in about six months. She normally hates the car; I can’t even run to the store with her so driving up to Maine is never fun (four hours). I think that she craved the fresh air so much because her jowls were flapping in the wind the entire time. I was lucky enough to get this snap of the happiest dog on the planet.”
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