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.

Spectacular back-to-back super moon and solar eclipse enthrall thousands!

In other news, police are baffled by recent spate of widespread disorderly behaviour.

Our cuteporter is on the scene:

Because I’m bad, I’m bad…

You know it, (really, really bad)

Yes, I’m bad, I’m bad,

Come on, you know I’m bad,

Really, really bad,

Yes, I’m bad, bad, bad.

Bad, bad, really bad,

And the whole world has to answer right now just to tell you once again, Who’s Bad . . , Mary L.?

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As you can see, Marple was attractive, photogenic and had a great disposition. The problem was that Marple had a metal growth on her head.

There were times that Marple wished the metal thingy wasn’t there because it made it very difficult to go underneath couches, beds, doors and the like. Those are some of the very best places on earth to a puppy. Marple never complained, though. She was a very good dog and did her best to enjoy every minute of her life.

Perhaps it was Marple’s good nature, in spite of her adversity, that caught the attention of The Cute Overload Fairy. The Cute Overload Fairy snuck up behind Marple and waved her cute and sparkly wand and just like that, the metal thingy was gone!

Marple looked around. How did this happen? She didn’t know, but being a polite pup, Marple pointed her snout in the air and said, “Thank you very much!” She felt a faint *boop* on her nose and a quiet, “You’re welcome.”

Marple was so excited, she immediately ran around testing all of the things she could get under.

Marple, Paul, Charlotte and Nat S. lived happily ever after. The End.

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Security camera footage by Mary L.

Puptot scratched the itch, “Ugh. I can’t reach it! Will you scratch my back, Pupteen?”

So Pupteen thought, “Ah, it’s such a nice day. I think I’ll tease Puptot.”

“You have an itch? UH OH. You know what that means. Mom’s gonna give you a bath! And shave you! And put stinky lotion on you!”

(“Heh, heh, heh”)

“Moooooooooooooooooooooom!”

Luckily, Mom was nearby, and being loving and wise like good Moms everywhere she said, “Oh dear. I’m so glad you told me. Looks like I will have to give you a bath and shave you and put goo on you and dip you in sugar and pop you in my mouf and eat you right up!”

We’ll scratch your back if you scratch ours, pauxcide.

Don’t get me wrong; it’s not all bad. The hours are convenient. Beer’s half price. Sometimes I put on the head and drive around, y’know, just to mess with people. But seriously, if you’d told me I’d be doing this, I’d have shown up more in college.

“This is a photo bomb with my boston terrier Porkchop,” writes Katherine M.

We were able to sneak into rehearsals and snap this photo of the newest cast member.

Steve, the Corgi, can put his pants on, really fast, Ant.