Good morning, Mister Phelps. We have tracked the illegal kibble trade to the tiny nation of Barkistan. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, will be to impersonate their dictator, General Fernando Fluffikins. This post will self-destruct in five seconds. Good luck, Jim.
Nights are the worst. Lights out, stale air pressing against your fur, nothing but the wail of a harmonica from the action figures aisle to remind you you’re even alive. Rocco and Spots, they’ll make parole easy — one flash of those big eyes and they’re out the door. But a mug like me? I’m here for life, baby.
Via The Daily Cute.
I’m not drooling! All that crunching and munching is just making my mouth water. That’s different!
Revenge is a cold dish, Svo S.
Boy: They’ll never find us.
Pup: They haven’t even noticed we left.
Boy: Let’s get outta here. Thirty-One flavors?
Pup: Cool. You’re buying.
Soul Smile c/o Ned Hardy.
Cute Alert® for CO NYC Peeps! Today’s the day for the 22nd Annual Tompkins Square Halloween Dog Parade!
The website says “Tons of prizes for doggehs in costume, and lots of treats!” (We assume the treats are for the doggehs.) Looks like an iPod raffle, too. (We assume that’s for the hoomins.) Here are some photos from the 2011 event! Are you going today? Send your photos here!
All pix via The Guardian by Timothy A. Clary/AFP/Getty Images.
Would you be willing to take a 10-minute survey about surveys? All you have to do is answer a survey about taking a survey on surveys. (headtilt, blink-blink)
Does this meet or exceed your expectations? If not, why, Lynn L.?