Verdi Music Coming From?

William, Tell me what opera this is, because I can’t Figaro it out! My baroo-ing brain’s Bizet, but the title’s just not Carmen to me!

Out! Out I Say!

Scene: A cavern. In the middle, a boiling cauldron. Enter a witchchichi.

Double, double, toil and trouble; fire burn and cauldron bubble. Eye of newt,…

Teddy, do you mind? Can I have a little privacy? I need my me time.

Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf,…

Teddy and his bunny; something cute this way comes, Scoti N.

Somebody Spiked the Coffee!

I wonder if they used brandy? Or Irish whiskey! Or maybe even Nyquil!

Dawn C. says: “Attached is a photo of my hedgehog, Spike. We like to think of this photo as ‘A cup of Canadian Love!’ (Tim Horton’s is a Canadian coffee chain – only a few U.S. locations so far.)”

Yo Rocky, how you doon?

Mick, dey broke mah nose again.
Look, Rocky, after you win this thing, I know some nice steps you can run up and down.
Hey Mick, I know you think I’m the greatest boxer, but I’m really a rottweiler.

Penelope, the rat terrier, and her rottweiler friend are down for the count, Kathy D.

So You Think You Can Waddle

Can you waddle? Never tried? Can you waddle and be tewtally cute at the same time? As you can see, the waddle competition is brutal.

What a waddle squad, jpockele.

Like a Thief in the Nut

At midnight, when the museum is empty and still, the rakish master thief Jacques LeFarge glides silently down from the rafters and gazes at his prize: The priceless Royal Hazelnut of Quetzalcaca, High Priest of the Inca-Dinkas.

Long has LeFarge prepared for this moment, until he knows every inch of the air duct system, the placement and range of every motion detector, the schedule of every night watchman. And now at last the time has come.

An antiquity such as this (nrrgh!) will bring a fortune on the open (hrph!) market… (clang!) Tycoons and royalty will (hnnnngh! bang, scrape!) swarm to bid on…

And as the emergency lights come on and the frantic rush of footsteps can be heard in the outer hall, LeFarge concedes he may have overlooked a small detail…

Something about best-laid plans, Miriam S.

Breaker, Breaker, Li’l Buddy

Yee-up, you can have your nine-to-five behind a desk. Give me the open road — Waylon Jennings on the 8-track, a semi full of walnuts to haul to Boise, catching a quick meal at the rest stop… Man, that’s the life for me.

Oops, we forgot to tip a COXCU!

A veritable oasis indeed, Zachary E.

What… Is… This… Thing?

It’s just stuck here on my face, and it keeps trying to crawl into my mouth! It’s like, gross, get it offa me! Maybe if I step on it it’ll leave me alo — OWWWW!

Wonder Dog

Sometimes, I wonder… why am I here… what is my purpose… where am I going… what’s in it for me?

Just one of life’s little mysteries, Mugsy and Cassie T.

Ellrod Blaartz, Dachshund of Destiny!

Yes, that is I. Author, model, scientist, notorious Bridge cheat, breaker of hearts, loved by legions, tamed by none. Where will you find Ellrod Blaartz? In the salons of Paris? The jungles of Costa Rica? The drive-thru at Wendys? Ellrod Blaartz cannot say.

Hello again. As you see, I have changed from my formal tunic of destiny into my casual T-shirt of destiny. This brings Ellrod Blaartz the comfort he deserves, and gives his many admirers a better look at my flawless coat.

So fierce, Soggydan.


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