The Tell Tail Heart

Roses are red
My blankie is blue
Bite your love on the tail
You know you want to.


///EDIT: Peeps, Sender-Inner Andi M. commented,

“Yay! I submitted this photo! Just so everyone knows, Hippo is actually a super amazing cat at the no-kill shelter where I volunteer. He’s completely available for adoption :) HINT HINT someone take him home! :) http://www.saveapetil.org/pet/hippo///

Hippo Valentine’s Day, Hippo and Andi M.!

So Glad You Asked!

Why do dogs chase their tails?


Well you see, realistically, they have self image issues which also accounts for their lack of appreciation for mirrors. Philosophically, it could of course be a question of ethics, but by nature, dogs are conspicuous in their absence of moral reason, or any other kind of reason. Therefore, we can assume they are idealists and everyone knows idealists are easy!

There you are. Any better ideas?

So glad we were able to help, Bardi the Boxer and Jona G.

Holiday pupcakes are almost done

Der teh der. Will juuuuust take a moment.

Ding! Tanguera, they’re…ready?

Fighting over the leftovers

Kiara (the pekingese) and Arwen (the chihuahua) sharing a rawhide stick for Thanksgiving. Let’s give them a round of applause for not yipping at each other for a whole 2 minutos.

Sharing

S.R., [holding out the wishbone in your general direction] Make a wish!

Yoinks and Gadzooks!

But soft! What treasure hath the Fates placed before mine eyes? A kernel of corn!


Oh, what sweet blessing from Nature’s bounty — a pitiful morsel to some, but a bounteous feast to a humble creature such as I!


We like eloquence in a rodent, Megan A.

Probably Nothing More Than Rumours

Crazy rumours are spreading that the squirrels have been boldly stealing right from the bird feeder.
I’d like to correct that terrible misconception.


Sender-inner Erica M. says, “The eight-foot high birdfeeder is Fatboy’s favorite place to spend hot summer days…” Photo by Tasha G.

Someone pass the ketchup.

I am, Corgi Courageous, destroyer of hot dogs. And now, by the power of the Amazing Polycoated Paper Plate, I shall exterminate this hot dog in a single nom! Your buns are mine. The wolf comes for you. Feel its breath.


And the wiener is, Laddie, James R.!

Meanwhile, at Bob and Helen’s Annual Halloween Kitten-Tasting Party…

“… but when they hit the teenage years, Carl, that’s the worst. Bethany, our oldest, came home with a piercing on her shell, and Helen almost blew her lid straight to the ceiling. And now — can you believe this kid? — she wants to get her nose re-carved! All the girls are doing it, she says. Six grand it would cost me! So I tell her… Oh, careful with the dark ones, Carl, they’re kinda bitter… So I says to her…”


(BLEEEAARGH! Yeah, I see what he means!)


Simply lovely party, Alisha V.

The Great Pumpkin Massacre

Hurricane Irene may have damaged pumpkin crops, but a select few survived to be mauled by bears at the Bronx Zoo, a fall tradition. Oh, the pumpkinity!

Skwerlio Finds Itself Wayyy Off the Beaten Trail

Woah, we cannot co-exist in the same era!

But look at us, we finally have proof that squirrels and dinosaurs were closer than ever thought.


Um, wow, you’re eating like there’s no tomorrow. Har, har, har.

Those are walnuts, you know, as in, dinosaur brain size.


So? Dinosaurs rely less upon brain size and more upon eating everything in their path!!!


Sender-Inner Kim B. used a remote camera to get these shots from the Bad Manors Squirrel Diner.