Immutable First Law of Puppies

Leave it on the floor… and it’s mine.


Nice ear floppage, Esther.

Sunbeam Action X4

Here is four times the proof needed to show that Rule of Cuteness #40 is so true:


Sender-Inner Ant foraged this one via Neatorama via The Agitator via Reddit via KimberleyKitty.

Firth Date

Well I hath a lovely time tonight. Thankth for a wonderful evening and ethcorting me home.

How about a thmooch thweetie?

…Thweetie? …Hey where’d you go?!?!


Did Thally have thith troubel with Hairy, Joel?

The Eternal Struggle of Puppy vs. Ice Cube

The rich tapestry of Nature is woven in conflict. Here, we see an ice cube locked in a life-or-death battle with a hyperactive puppy. The wily ice cube remains cool and collected, aware that tiring his adversary holds his only hope of survival. Alas, the tactic fails, and the poor ice cube succumbs to a fatal licking.

“This has to make @CuteOverload,” said Barbara M. in our Twitter feed. What an ice idea.

My Happy Place

Your mad gardening skills totally harshes my mellow. I must close my eyes until I reach tranquility. Mmmm, I am a pebble, my thoughts are floating, floating, higher… Why am I visualizing a sparkly green dragonfly? I must maintain focus amid the chaos! Waterfalls! Why couldn’t there be a waterfall here instead, with a reflecting pond. And koi. Now I need tea and healing crystals. Think I’ll write a haiku…


That’s a new kind of enlightenment, Mandy

It Seemed Like a Good Idea

They’re getting ready to give me a bath!

Won’t this basket be the perfect place to hide! Right?

Nothing’s worse than a bath. Right?


Better not stain there too long. Right, Evie?

One small, stubbular step for a pup

…One giant step for chub-tubbular pupkind


2-week old Miles is strutting around like he owns the place says Sender-Inner Kirsten M.

And Now, A Bedtime Story

Edgar Lickspittle, it must be said, was not an appealing man. His was the loneliest, gloomiest cubicle in the Shipping department, and the elegant, waif-like secretaries from upstairs always suppressed a cringe when circumstances forced them to visit.

One day, in the depths of his despair, a small blue fairy appeared, perched atop his paper-clip dispenser. “Your sorrow grieves me so,” she whispered to him. “Tell me, how may I relieve you of this torment?”

Edgar looked deep into his heart. “I’m not handsome or witty or stylish, it’s true,” he replied, “but if a beautiful woman would see me and smile — really smile, as if she were glowing from within — that would be all a wretch such as I could ask.”

“And so they shall,” declared the fairy, and with a wave of her hand…

Jackson C. says: “I live in Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia with my 1-year old dog, Gobi. We’re both from the States but we live and work here for the moment. I just had a small party to celebrate Gobi’s first birthday and I snapped this photo of him wearing his Ralph Lauren cashmere sweater and Burberry tie.”

I’m Not Tired Yet

Why are you lying down? You only threw the ball for me 5,673 times today.
Just one more time, Windelynn.

It’s Sing-Along Time!

One of these things is not like the others,
One of these things just doesn’t belong,
Can you tell which thing is not like the others
By the time I finish my song?

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