Dammit, People

Sender-Inner Elizabeth B. totally harshed our mellow this evening with the saddest story we’ve received in a long time. Apparentleh, puppet Bree is scheduled for euthinasia on March 9th.

Dammit People! Consider a Bree-doption!

Where’s Second Chance Photos when you need them!?


For more info, follow this link for rescue times… Or a very sad video :( Won’t someone in the Durbin, West Virginia area adopt Bree and let us know in the comments? Damn.

Worst. Salon. Ever.

It is a sad state of affairs when you can’t get a quality salon experience. Here are a few places to avoid:

Sally’s Home Salon and Spa

PJ’s Hair Market

Hair’s Johnny!

Georgia’s Old Timey Salon Emporium

Hairturn

Kim’s Hair I Go

Last Chance Stlye

Jim’s Wash Rinse Repeat

Clip and Snip

The happy ending is that all parties are okay and found new stylists. We’d like to thank the following for their salon busting (in order of appearance): Heidi H., Leila, teddibearpicnick, Callie F., Mike H., Suzanne G., Chris, and Christina V.

Friday Haiku: Good Grief

I’ll cheer up because

Charlie Brown says happiness

Is a warm puppy


Sender-inner Lauren V.’s basset hound baby is just a li’l peanut.

People of Earth, I Am Your Master Now.

You may call me Your Overload Overlord.

Fave Frame™

Thank you Sara P. for finding us our Francoir Langur Monkey Master.

I Have Fashion Sense

The insides of my ears match my blanket.

This makes me feel qualified to tell you that maybe you could put a little more thought into your outfit. You know I love you, but this concerns me. Have you seen my brow wrinkles?


It must be hard to have a fashionista pug, Angela S.

THIS JUST IN: A Tiny McBadgersons Nursed Back to Health

THIS JUST IN: The Daily Mail is reporting:

A tiny badger cub was found abandoned and completely helpless it didn’t look like she would survive.
With her umbilical cord still attached and weighing just 100 grams, any longer on her own and she would have died.
But now the tiny black and white critter has been nursed back to help and has been aptly named Hope.

FULL STORY OVER AT THE DAILY MAIL!


Cuteporter Hannah D. came in on deadline on this one.

And Don’t You Forget It

Orville Poindexter…


…Toilet Plunger Sitting Champion of 1963.


And he’s been there ever since. (gently picks off cobweb)


Sender-Inners Kate and Jeff have the interesting back story here: “So it’s 6 am Friday morning, and we’re sleeping off the Thanksgiving dinner, when we awake to the doggie door flapping and a squeak. This is our occasional wake-up call, unfortunately. Our foster kitty, Rook, is of that just-older-than-a-kitten age, and learning to hunt. She likes to bring in her prey so she can play with it in the comfort of home. We don’t appreciate her gifts, so we always chase them down ourselves, catch them, and release them back outside—they’re usually unharmed, besides being scared.

I get up to find the mouse, and fairly quickly realize that Rook had brought it into the bathroom. This is good. Less places to hide in there. I shoo Rook out of the bathroom and close the door, then go get a tupperware dish to catch it in. When I get back into the bathroom, I look in all the obvious hiding places, but don’t
immediately see it – until I look near the commode. There sits the mouse, not cowering behind the toilet, but up on top of the plunger handle.

I’m glad I got photographic evidence, otherwise I wouldn’t believe it.

The Pup Must Go Free!

Let him out.

He’s obviously been framed.


[...by Cute Overload, Miranda R.!]

Man’s BFF

This is Sandy. My brother found her 10 years ago as a stray puppy, so my family adopted her. She was an extremely good companion to my mother, who was very ill, had little mobility, and spent much of her life in a hospital bed in our living room. Sandy was probably my dad’s best friend too, especially after my mother passed away in August 2007. Since my father spent much of the last 20 years caring for his wife, he had very little else in his life, and I’m so glad Sandy provided him comfort and love. My father, unfortunately, passed away unexpectedly in June 2011, so Sandy went on to live with my brother again.

Sandy was diagnosed with liver cancer a couple of months before my dad passed away. After a very risky and very expensive surgery, she was said to be cured, only to have the cancer return again. We found out just last week, so yesterday, January 25, 2012, during another risky but hopeful surgery, the surgeon removed a tumor that was more than 3 pounds and attached to her liver and her intestines. In an act of mercy, it was decided to spare her the long and painful recovery from her surgery only to have her live a few more weeks. She was put to sleep, and while I cannot say with certainty that what was done was right or wrong, I do know that my world will not be the same without that sweet pup.

She was everything a sweet, loving, sometimes naughty puppy should be, and she brought endless laughter and smiles to the people who knew her. Goodbye Sandy! You will be missed.


That was a loving tribute, Meghan R.

Good Clean Fun

Have you ever had one of those days, where you just wanna hang out?


How will your pup get Downy, Megan C.?

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