This pup’s got the Groucho eyebrows, and that stick it’s chewing at 1:08 makes a passable cigar. Throw in a big black mustache and Margaret Dumont, and you’ll have comedy gold; you bet your life you will!
Dear Diary: The hardest part of life among humans is their habit of inventing new words. Just when I learn to respond to “play” and “dinner,” they become “fetch” and “num-nums.”
Just this morning, in fact, as I awaited the customary call of “walkies,” I was briefly puzzled to hear them call it “skydiving” instead. Ah well, a rose by any other name, right? More later.
We would love to know what’s really happening in this pic, Nicole B.
Peeps, I just had to re-post this one. I mean, sorry, um… I wanted to run this game-changing action item back up the flagpole to see what paradigm shifts. Mike, take it away; I gotta walk/trot/run to a webinar.
“It has come to my attention that our company is faced with a crisis. Now, I want to be pro-active here, so I’ve called this little pow-wow to make sure we’re all on the same page about this thing.
“Now, men, a crisis is nothing but an opportunity mixed with danger. In fact, it was the ancient Egyptians who combined the symbols for opportunity and danger because they had never heard it before, the word crisis, I mean, but anyway, if we work as a team, we can seize this bull by the horns (or maybe it was the Chinese), and think outside the box to fast-track a best-in-breed, synergistic solution that will facilitate a sea change throughout our enterprise.
“And remember, there is no “I” in team, but there is an “I” in pie … in, er, meat pie, and the anagram of meat is team, and … mmm, pie … I’m sorry, what was the question again?”
I think I used to work for this guy, Kate M.
Still summer morning / Friends reflect beneath blue sky / Your haiku: Epic
Simply beautiful, Matthew R. Click for full image
I mean, just look at how it dwarfs that dog … oh, wait–that’s Scooter, a Maltese from New Zealand, who may qualify as the smallest full-grown dog of all time. According to its owner, Scooter grew to about three inches tall and said “meh, that’s plenty. So, are we having biscuits with our tea, or what?”
Cheers to sender-inners Sandra and Clairebear!
So start your day the Simpsons way — with a hearty helping of Homer Simpson brand Frosted Pink Doughnuts. They’re the waistline-expanding part of this balanced breakfast!
Endorsed by Dr. V at www.pawcurious.com
More doggie dough-nuttiness here.
“… all right, these next slides are from when we went to Pismo Beach last year, because Myron’s doctor said the sea air would be good for his bursitis. And we got a lovely room facing the ocean, first floor so Myron wouldn’t have to walk so much…”
“… now, Pismo Beach is where they have the very famous clam digging, of course, and so Myron and I just had to try it for ourselves. Didn’t find any clams, oh well…”
“… and then we saw–HONEY!! You promised not to put that slide in! I swear, that man–he’s as frisky as a teenager sometimes, I just don’t know what to do with him…”
“… so anyway, we had a very lovely time, and we met this very nice lady named Angela E., who took these pictures of us, didn’t they come out nice? And she said she would send them to a place on the Internet called… well, I forget the name; Cute Obstruction, or Cute Upchuck or something like that…”
We seem to be getting tons of “Oh YEAH!?” emails lately, of folks claiming their cat has a cuter tiara or their dogs eyes are puppy-doggier.
Says Sender-Inner Heather, “this is in response to the Spaniel puppy eyes you posted today…” OH YOU WANNA FIGHT, HEATHER!?
Heather goes on to say: “OH you’ve met your MATCH Cocker Spaniel we posted yesterday!!!”
All photos of Harpo the pup taken by Heather, attentive dog Mom and lover not fighter.