You Decide: Battle of the Googlies

In this corner, weighing in at fiiiiiiive pounds, please weeeeeelcome, Saddies MiiiiiiiicFrownersons!

And in this corner, weighing in at threeeee pounds, pleeeeease welcome challenger Professssssssor Lazy Eye Von Sour Puss!

What say you, Stephanie S. and Travis C.?

If John Hughes Had Cast the Frog and Lab

You’re ashamed to be seen with me. You’re ashamed to go out with me. You’re ashamed your rich friends won’t approve of me! Well, at least I’m not a sell-out who allows ridiculous people to wear my image on their ties and belts while attending clambakes in Nantucket!  You’re all, “Hi, I’m the Labassador of Americana!” And then you forget what you said because you’re too busy chasing a Kennebunkport squirrel wearing loafers! But you’re right, I should be embarrassed about my camouflage.

Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to wait here for Duckie to pick me up.

He didn’t become part of “the breakfast club” did he, Brian B.?

This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things

“I leave you alone for the day, and just look at this mess! The toilet paper’s shredded, there’s trash all over the floor, a team of squirrels is running a telemarketing call center from the guest bedroom, and a man outside wants to know where to install my weapons-grade uranium centrifuge!”

Hey, talk to the cat about the toilet paper, man.

Did you order these 24 pizzas, Emily D.?

C.O. Celebrity Scandal Watch!

Tongues wagged this week as papparazzi spotted superstars Britney Ears and Hugh Jackrabbit at a romantic getaway in Tahiti, protected by their bodyguard Bruno.

Dahhhh, nothin' to see here, move along...

Well, I never, Carly R.

Care for dessert?

Pilgrim cataloon sweetness courtesy of Gawker.

I’m thankful for you Lil’ Buddy [LICK]

burnese mountain dog and friend

What are you thankful for Annie J?

The Food Coma

Coco the Boston Terrier has some guidelines for you to make it through Thanksgiving successfully.

1. Unbuttoned pants (or cataloons) so stomach can expand beyond normal perameters.
2. Take a short nap.
3. Eat a large dessert.

food coma

M & J C. Thank you for these thoughtful tips.

A Fish Tail

Frankly, I don’t get the appeal.  They just sit there in a boat, dangling a piece of string in the water.  They say it’s relaxing and all, but I don’t wanna relax!  I wanna run, jump around — you know, dog stuff — but instead I’m stuck here staring at this water for hours.  And I haven’t even seen one fish.  Not.  One.  Fish.

And to top it all off, my tail hurts for some reason.

Well, who wouldn’t want to nibble a cutie like that, Susan S.?

Welcome Aboard the QteTerrier2

Well, hey there. Hi. I’m your Captain, Captain Stubbing. I’m here to make your cruise as enjoyable as possible. Perhaps we’ll meet on the Lido Deck for a fruit cocktail? Maybe you’ll join me in the Starlight Lounge to watch Charo? Or better yet, a night cap in my quarters…?

It may not be Acapulco, but I’m still my own floating island.

Has Chowda met Gopher, Amy B.?

THIS JUST IN: Skateboarding Bulldog

Over at Gizmodo, half the peeps are all like “Dude, that’s so fake, that dog isn’t really playing that game,” and the other half is all like “Yeah, but he thinks he is, he’s like totally rockin’ it,” but we know you’re gonna be all like “Awwww, puppeh” and stuff.

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