There’s cream puffs, then there’s Pichí.
Cuteporter Kevin L. sent us this photo. “I was at the dog park and snapped possibly the cutest puppy ever. His name is Thomas.”
Subject, as a result of a traumatic incident at a petting zoo, is now convinced he is a sheep. After staff consultation, it was agreed that treatment should be delayed until we had enough wool for at least a couple of sweaters.
According to his hoomin Rob D, Walter is all growed up now. Check hovers for
banal pithy commentary.
Gather ’round, cool cats, and groovy chicks with ’em,
As I lay down a sound in syncopatin’ rhythm
Don’t play clarinet, don’t play trombone
My weapon of choice is an ice cream cone
The squares ask why, and I say “listen, fool,”
“To play hot licks, gotta keep your tongue cool.”
Via Kham Tran.
Shhhh. It’s too quiet. There! That! Yeah! Mah ears don’t hear anything. But mah wheeskaires do!
What was it, Square Pants Rudy? Maybe your buddies Coco, Tracy L. and Neith M., of Toronto know?
Geez, things were just getting settled down after finding Nemo, and they’re telling me I gotta go out again? Haven’t any fish out there heard of GPS?
“Dobby sat with his great eyes fixed in an expression of watery adoration.”
Proud mama, Lee, tells us, “I am Dobby the Corgi’s proud human. He is indeed named after the beloved and noble house-elf of Harry Potter. I have documented the life and times of this stubbular fellow at Raising Dobby. (<- check it out! It’s really good!)
This one (including the great 007 title) is from Mary C., who tells us “This is Hattie. She has to watch me work. She is the official office cat. Animal Advocates adopted her.”