Let’s play “Leap Bun”


The Baby Bunnies by Craigfaelossie.

Caturday cocktails on the veranda, Suh?

We’ve got a tray of warmed nuts waiting on the Boulder deck.

The skunk will take your order. [waves paw to the right]


Mallory A., I like the makeup job on this one’s eyes.

Next Week, on The Guiding Leash…

As the ruthless Imelda Chisel finally consolidates her grip on the family salad oil refineries, she learns that her lover, the handsome Brock Lancer, is in reality her half-nephew Ygnatz Leibowitz.  Meanwhile, at Generally Specific Hospital, Louise Slobberfloss, awaiting her life-saving double brain-bypass operation, tearfully confesses her darkest secrets to her husband Jürgen, for what may be the very last time…

Of course, if the operation is a success, I go back to denying everything.

The Guiding Leash is an Alida W. production.

Welcome to the Amazing World of the Future!

Journey with us now into The Future, where Today becomes Tomorrow, Tomorrow becomes Today, and Yesterday is still Yesterday, only later.  Hop into your sleek personal HoverFrog…

Actually, I'm just a frog stuck to a window.

…and away you go!  Whooshing in silent comfort past gleaming skyscrapers!

I really don't know where he gets these weird ideas.

And when you arrive at your destination, simply park your pollution-free HoverFrog in the sun to recharge!

Yeah, whatever you say, Jules Verne.  Later!

It’s a great big beautiful tomorrow from your window, Erin G.

Mr. McMunkersons takes in Old Faithful



[light bulb goes off] "with the right board, I could surf that thing…"


Meanwhile, Sender-Inner Margaret F. looks on:


Margaret F., I think he’ll join you on the bench if you ask nicely.

Rules for Living

Rule 12: Breakfast tastes better when it’s color-coordinated.
Rule 41: Just let it ring.  They’ll call back.
Rule 77: Spoons are for losers.
And the all-important rule #1: If at all possible, be a ferret.

Because ferrets rule.

Pass the Ferret Flakes, Kate S.

Revenge Is a Dish Best Served With Puréed Squash and a Teething Biscuit

"So, you were going to pan-fry me in butter, were you?  Well, let’s see how you taste with some mashed ‘nanas, washed down with a sippy cup full of Juicy Juice, fuzzball!"

Gotta catch me first, Mister Can't-Roll-Over-Yet!

I see he’s already started on the tail, Alison G.

Worst. Action Figure. EVAR.

"… and then I got this one about three Christmases ago from my cousin Hamilton.  It’s all right, I guess, but it doesn’t come with any cool accessories or anything.  But I still take it out and play with it whenever he comes over to visit, ’cause Mom says we have to be nice to him because he goes to that special school and has to wear a helmet all the time."

No, that's not 'The Sixth Sense' on the TV.

So what is on the TV, anyway, Laura K.?

The Abdominal Snow Dog

Sender-inner Shelly P. sent her pooch Augustus to play outdoors, and things just kind of snowballed from there. But "Augie" seems perfectly pleased to be snowed in, don’t you think?


Smile, Augie!  Shelly suggests that a permanent toothy grin become a new Rule of Cuteness. What say you?


Part Chub, Part Musical Instrument

Go On!

I dare you! Stroke my chub layers! I’m a musical instrument!

[Zylophone sound]


Rule #27 anyone!? I’m looking at YOU Sarah S.!


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