This Ain’t No Kiddie Coaster

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:

It’s so you!

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.

What Are Your Terms?

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.”

Sorry, You’re Not Quite Right for the Roll

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.

Knobs

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.

Like, Woof

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.”

The Streamlined World of… the Future!

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.”

Beware of Dog Breath

There’s my shoe. Time to fetch the deodorizer.


Molly the English bulldog puppy looks scentimental, Rachel D.

You Never Take Me Anywhere!

I wanna go on a Royal Crabbyean cruise! I wanna go to Purrmewda! I wanna go snorgling and you go Scooby diving!


Uh-oh Bennycake, Orangeballs wants cruise control. Sender-inner Amy O. says, “…this was shot on location in the Bahamas where mixed-breed local dogs are called ‘potcakes’.”

Head-turning Sweatuews for Fall!

It’s after Labor Day and [hand over mouth] your wardrobe is looking pret-ty tired.

TIME TO CLASS IT UP IN POMEGRANATE!


“HEY Where can I get that!?”


“All the prosh Jack Russells are wearing them duh.”


“Woooaaaaahhhhhh” [tongue-hanging-awe-action]


“Psssst. We got to get us some of those Fall sweaters.” [Tail Twitch]


Gracias to Fashionista Candace L. over at Shorty Jack Russells.

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