You know how when some people aren’t smiling or when they are concentrating really hard, they look like they are mad or sad? I am kinda like that.

I get real excited sometimes and jump up and then crouch down into play bow. I mean, you can’t tell in these pictures, but I do.

I think you might be giving me a complex, because now I am starting to feel sad.

Oh No! It’s okay, little Sir Irving Tesla Paddington Baxter (real name), Judy has a nice bone for you and Lea S. is ready to take pictures of your happy face.

Hope you cheer up soon, Eliot.

Dude, kittens in trashcans are like, clinically proven to be cuter.

You know whut, we’ve reinvented the box!

Hey I wonder why this hasn’t caught on before.

Momo, Chimi, are right, boxes are just too …square, Casey.

This is Tiny. He started as a charming and gregarious little Akita. Tiny loved running and playing and licking folks. Now he insists on being called Beelzepup and is getting all possessive-y. His poor owner, Paul P., is hoping it’s just a phase.

Here’s another example. Bentley was a fine little fellow who stayed right with you on walks. Now he’s running around with a bad crowd, calling the ladies the “B” word and staying up all hours of the night to lay down some “thick and phat” tracks. Amy M. has had photographer Dan document Bentley’s transformation.

Don’t let this happen to you. Watch for early warning signs and get help right away.

We would never say no-no to Chico aka Brad Pitt, Julie H.

Hurley, Miniature Australian Shepherd at 7 weeks. Says sender-inner Hannah D., “It was bath time after a short over night hospital stay.”

This little girl’s name is Leica. She has her own blog managed by Luciane Y. It’s in Portuguese. No matter what language you speak, it’s rude not to call if you are late.

Hope your next shower is more joyful, Jenah D.

Floating snogs to Brinke G. who also likes sloths.