Clive Kills the Mood

“Dammit, Clive! Whisper – whisper! – sweet nothings in my ear!”

Clive wasn’t picking up what she was throwing down, Chris V. via Wildpark Lüneburger Heide


Shh, Dad’s still sleeping off Mardi Gras

Yep, he stumbled home yesterday, and just passed out. Keeps mumbling about someone named “Fifi LaRue”—we assume that’s who gave him the feather boa.

Says Elisabeth K.: ” Humphrey is too big for his basket so he often stretches out in the most ridiculous poses, but the feather boa really adds a je ne sais quoi, non? And Minnie follows him everywhere like an adoring little sister.”

Ferris Bueller’s Dog Day Off

“Life moves pretty fast. You don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it. (Although life always seems to move a lot slower whenever I get a bath.)”

Nice faux-hawk, Amy G.

B**ch, please

That’s enough, Danielle P.

He’ll Be Bossing You Again in Approximately 12 to 16 Hours

It appears that Dr. Corgi Know-It-All does not, in fact, know it all. If he did, he would’ve realized that the blue “jellybean” he so greedily chomped down was actually a Unisom.

No one here is advocating the use of sleeping pills on precocious pups who think they know everything, Tim S.

The Impossibirds

Ladies and gentlemen, this just might be the cutest darn thing on the entire Intertubes: Four impossibly cute, perfectly perched, flying floofballs!

No! Not the close-up! Not the close-up!

We surrender, T L!

Pbbbbbbbbffffffffffft

“I’ll stop doing this when you stop calling my mom names. But let’s be honest, she is the 800-pound gorilla in the room, so it’s in your best interest to not insult us, you silly striped mule.”

Nahnny-nahnny-poo-poo, ThinkBrinke.

Another Snow Day Activity

Are you tired of the cold? Sick of the snow? Well here’s something that’s sure to lift you up: Hang some snow-ornaments on your favorite friend. He’ll love you for it, trust us!

Sleep with one eye open, Karen E. Photo by Bob.

The King of Bling

The ladies call me Cutemaster Chuck,
If you want a prosh pup, then you’re in luck.
Here’s a word to the wise, ’cause my star’s on the rise.
I’m the prize for the lady who tries my puppy-dog eyes on for sighs.
Check it, yo.

That’s a (w)rap, Angela N.

More Figaro, Figaro, Fiiiiigaro

“Why I’m wearing this mesh vest, I have no clue, but I do know another adventure is upon us. Will I be a Scuba Diver? WWF Wrestler? Latex Salesman? It’s anyone’s guess, really.”

“What I do know is I need to prepare, so if you’ll please excuzzzzzzzzzzz…”

Get him a Mr. Pibb from the Piggly Wiggly to wake those curled trotters – stat, Claire C.

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