TV Guide Dogs

Beeg Dogue: Mon petit ami, voulez-vous watchez le TV?

Squeehuahua: Yo quiero un caballero western movie. Si! Si!

Beeg Dogue: Oui! The French Chef it IS!


Cute Overload Xtreme TV Guide Dog Close-Up:


Who hogs the remote at your house, Kris?

Appetoezers Anyone?

Need a party-worthy snack in a pinch when unexpected guests drop in unexpectedly? Simple yet sensational.


Just don’t mention the 5-second rule, Martha.

If Spring is Your Thing

If spring is your thing
There’s a land of weather
Softened by heather,
Where dreamy drizzle
Tickles the whimsical
Fancy feather.

Where Spring’s a lucky ring
Of gold whin in Wicklow
And dear shamrocks grow,
Down about Bantry Bay
Up around Lough Neagh
And over Hillsborough.

Leap!

Spring’s always in full swing
And the sun doesn’t glare
At so much green where
Pure ribbons of gilting
Upon rivers lilting
Brighten grassy glens so fair.


What were we discussing?
Sweet brambly patch jams,
Evergreen pastures spread of lambs,
Wild violets, and salmon runs swift,
Fresh fields of clover adrift…
Is it spring flowing from my pen in hand?
Or, is it Ireland?


Happy spring, Chicks ‘n’ Peeps by Larissa M., A Bun in the Grass is by Andy P. The Foal and my Son in Spain – Distorted Proportions is by Batikart. Ham in clovers by Meagan!

I call it: “Bunday with Feathers

This photographer was totally all:

“What am I going to do today with all my spare time—and ALL THESE FEATHERS!?”

“Oh. I know.”

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BUN PAW UP OMG:


Sender-Inner Katherine H. suggested these fine shots by photographer So Many Cupcakes.

Happy First Day of Spring, Peeps

In honor of today, the first day of spring, here are some sproinging lambs:


OK we’re done [rest, rest, rest]


Single sproinger by Matt Sutts. Group of spoingers by Beenbrun. And another by J. Le Grand Resting lambs by Disco Taz 71. Spring Equinox hoverfacts via Wikipedia.

Sammy “Sugar” Glider, Alto Sax

Yeah, I coulda sold out and banked that sweet Kenny G coin, man, but that’s not my groove, baby. Like, I gotta stay true to my roots, go where my heart tells me.


Like, I bet he can hit those high notes from that curtain rod, Mark and Christal S.

Knut: A Retrospective

Thanks to alert cuteporters, it has come to our attention that Knut the Polar Bear has passed away! He was only four years old. Cause of his death is not yet known.

We watched, loved and snorted with laughter at Knut over the years. Here are some highlights of our favorite [sniff] polar bear:


Remember his first “Wazzup, Bitches?” [snicker] paw pads pose?

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Knut’s miniature baby gut and first steps were priceless:

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Visitors flocked from far and wide to witness “The star of the Berlin Zoo”:


Knut quickly became known as an International Subearstar, playing the crowds. He really stepped it up for this photo. Geeshe:

Enormous_pawsitude
His fame led to awareness for green issues, where graced the cover of Vanity Fair:

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After Knut after he was abandoned by his mother, zookeeper Thomas Dorflein stayed by Knut’s side. Dorflein passed away in September 2008.


In 2009, Knut was introduced to Gianna, an Italian girl intended to become Knut’s mate. The first day they shared an enclosure, Gianna slapped Knut, but they got along peacefully after that.


Earlier this year, Knut’s lavish 4th birthday was attended by 250 people who sang to him as he gobbled up cake:

Top image by MSNBC. Knut with paw up by Yahoo and Reuters Berlin Zoo image klein Knut, little icebear baby knut by ~babsy~.Vanity Fair images by Annie Leibowitz. Knut turns four by The Telegraph.

THIS JUST IN: Pepper’s in the sunbeam again

Rambuctious puppulence Pepper is back in the sunbeam again after playing ball for 10 minutes.

So tie-tie.

Bonus Baroooooo! action at the end, provided by Sender-Inner Harmony. Photos by James. Play hoverfacts by DogChannel.

Caturday Boxhab

Will some bright scientist / animal behavioralist out there please es-plain cats and boxes to me? What is the fascinay-shons with boxes for cats? Mini-dens?

Many boxes of thanks to Chief Sister Occifer. Via Gawker.

Dr. Nope

Ah, time for my favorite spy movie… I’ve got my popcorn, my martini (shaken, not stirred)… and as the familiar twangy guitar theme begins, I see the iconic “down the gun barrel” shot and prepare to meet… Hey, waitaminit! You’re not James Bond!

I suppose Miss Moneypenny won’t mind snuggling Rocket, Liz and Matt.

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