What are you thankful for Annie J?
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.?
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.?
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.
People, it’s about time we addressed this.
It’s called “The lap shot.” This image is a great example—we get a beellion submishes of people putting their kitteh/bunneh/pup on their lap and taking a photo. I think it’s time we acknowledge this pose. Officially. It’s like posing next to a log, or posing at the prom.
Welcome to the vernacular, Lap Shot.
“Pancho Villa” the Yorkeh Lap Shot brot to you by Claribel O.
I’m going out for “runnies”! Yep, I’m training for the big 10K run. Right now, I’m doing my little stretching exercises, and then it’s down to the park and back.
Photo of “Bamboo” by manzbstfriend, spotted by Lori W.
We’re in a bind, here:
File under “C” for “cuddle”
Or “S” for “snorgle”?
Anastasia K. wrote the book on cuteness!
(Man, this is the sweetest babysitting gig ever. The kid smears the food on his face, and I get to lick it off. I hope he managed to get some dessert on the other side.)
That’s got to be the cleanest baby in history, Samantha M.
Aunt Leticia drinks all the cooking sherry, Grandpa and Cousin Harold argue politics, Cousin Wendell tells us about the latest cult he just joined, and I get stuck babysitting Aunt Brunhilde’s kids, Rollo and Yappo. That’s it, man; I’m outta here.
Just read this leaflet, Marilyn T. — it’ll totally change your life.