Club Chub

COME BACK HERE

or I’ll cronsche on your chub!

[Cronsche]


Rollicking Dachschund pups by Nick G.

Just Too Cute to be King

Zazu budgie is all, “I think it’s time that you and I arranged a heart-to-heart.”

Simba pup is all, “Kings don’t need advice from little hornbills for a start!”

“Everybody look left. Everybody look right. Everywhere you look Ant ‘s standing in the spotlight.”

My, My, What Have We Here?

“Ack!” “Eek!”

Backpedaling, shifty eyes, spitting on the ground, “OK, moving on then…!” in 3, 2, 1, …


Photo by owner Ken G., who tells us,  “This is Indiana (Indy) the corgi and Binx (Maine Coon).  They are a year old, Binx is about 5 weeks older than Indy and grew up together.  Everyday around 2:00, Binx gives Indy a bath.  I took this shot while they were on the sofa.  I said, “What are ya’ll doing?”  Too cute!”

Youse Call Dis a Pizza Joint?

Dis place? Wit da wine bar and da hanging ferns? Fuggedaboutit! Back in da neighborhood, we got Brooklyn Sol’s Murder by the Slice — the kind’a pizza ya fold in half, and so much grease it practically slides down ya throat. Plus, every Wednesday is Mob Hit Night with dollar beers.


Photo by Flickr user Jasen Miller. (Author’s note: Actually, it looks like a very nice restaurant.)

Smooshed Pug Faces

You can almost hear the double thru-the-schnozzle muzzlepowsche breathing:


Videographer-Photographer Matt W. saw the smooshed pug faces and “couldn’t resist.”

Oh, It’s… Lovely. No, Really.

What unusual housewarming gifts, you guys.

I was just telling Joyce here that what we really needed was a sneezing tissue box, a gun-shaped dog leash, and a wind-up Michelangelo throw pillow that plays “I Want To Hold Your Hand.”


Before you nuff: 1. Yes, we know the dog isn’t really smiling; 2. We don’t know if the dog does this often, or if this is just a lucky snap; 3. Please do not make accusations of mistreatment unless you have specific information about the dog and its situation.

So Much for That Take

Now in this scene, Melissa, your husband has just gone off to fight in the war, and you’re left to run the family farm alone. So as you slowly survey the yard, I need to see that sense of anguished helplessness on your face. Right, good. But then, you see the butter churn, and all those memories start flooding back, and right there you resolve to — HEY, THIS IS A CLOSED SET! SOMEONE CALL SECURITY!

Pup-vo-lution II: Bullet Pup Boogaloo

Jen L. raises the stakes: “I totally had to top your Pup-vo-lution post with my clearly far more advanced-up-the-evolutionary-ladder pup/plane/furball who goes by the name Milan. You can see how pointy noses are far superior to smooshed faces for streamlined performance. When not in flight he morphs into an extra floofy specimen of wirehair dachshund.”

I got you something for Father’s Day

I don’t think you have a tie-holder like this yet.

Stacy Z.

This Week, on “Antiques Roadshow”

We’re in Hardup, Utah, the Beehive State, and we can’t bee-live the treasures we’re appraising in this hive of activity! Here’s some of what you’ll see in our first hour:

A crystal pig with a digital clock embedded in its side, of which only 36,045,940 are thought to still exist today…
One-half of an elaborately decorated metal brassiere, part of the costume for the earliest American production of Wagner’s Die Walküre
This one-of-a-kind paperweight, origin uncertain…
And a bowl of hand-carved wooden fruit that may have been accidentally nibbled by a slightly inebriated Theodore Roosevelt.

How much for the paperweight, Fiona C.?

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