The Doctor is In

I don’t know, doc – it’s just a feeling of malaise, I guess.

My walks are sluggish, my fetching is mediocre, and I couldn’t care less that the cat keeps blaming me for his “accidents”. I dunno – can you help me, doc?

Um, how is telling me to eat some mango and then charging me $450 for the 15 minutes I’ve been here, helping me, doc?

That doctor is going to find an accident under his couch, that’s for sure, Dax L.

Holiday pupcakes are almost done

Der teh der. Will juuuuust take a moment.

Ding! Tanguera, they’re…ready?

Dainty, She Ain’t

When she wasn’t driving her rig, Bertha liked to let it all hang out and relax. Not surprisingly, her roommate, Prudence, wasn’t around much.

What a lady, Charlotte D.

Strained Carrots? My Favorite!

(Man, this is the sweetest babysitting gig ever.  The kid smears the food on his face, and I get to lick it off.  I hope he managed to get some dessert on the other side.)

That’s got to be the cleanest baby in history, Samantha M.

Every Thanksgiving, It’s the Same Thing

Aunt Leticia drinks all the cooking sherry, Grandpa and Cousin Harold argue politics, Cousin Wendell tells us about the latest cult he just joined, and I get stuck babysitting Aunt Brunhilde’s kids, Rollo and Yappo.  That’s it, man; I’m outta here.

Just read this leaflet, Marilyn T. — it’ll totally change your life.

Much Like the Rhythm, the Shame is Gonna Get You

Just as he did every afternoon, Sanford told his friends he was headed out to the river to relax while listening to Bach and Mozart. He didn’t like to lie, but the shame of the truth was too great: Alone on the waters, he’d place those ear phones on his head, and disappear in the sweet, sweet sounds of (similarly coiffed) Richard Marx.

Maybe I'll be able to patch that hole in Ma's washtub with some of Wendell's mashed potatoes.

And, you’re welcome:

I turn my nose up at the Riverbottom Nightmare Band.

Wherever you go, whatever you do, I will be right here waiting for you, Angie C.

Guess the Breed

And the winner is… Muffy! Basset Hound! Congratulations! Muffy will be receiving a free wall and desk calendar for her correct answer. I think the schnozzle gave it away.

This little morsel is so small and delectabuhl.

What will he grow up to be? A collie? A German Shepherd? A Chihuahua? A Free Cute Overload 2010 calendar to the first correct answer in the comments!

P1010142

Debra D., don’t tell anyone what the real answer is… By the way, you can look inside the calendars here…

Rule of Cuteness #27: “Chub”

OK, it’s official, Peeps, a new Rule of Cuteness is the appearance of “chub” or small rolls underneath eyes. Another prime example of ‘Chub’ is shown here with this dachshund’s pawsitude.

Chubbsters

Nice rolls, Rex! (And Sarah V.)

Follow

Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.

Join 13,713 other followers