Der der der der DER
Good night, sweet pups, good niiight!
Get to bed, Mike B.!
They say that dachshunds are the most aggressive breed, and we think that’s what this is, although it could be an elk, a bear, a small asteroid, New Jersey — honestly, we’re not sure.
And for those moments when the C.O. Extreme Close-up isn’t enough, it’s time to break out the …
C.O. Extremely Extreme Close-up of Extremeness!
That nose goes to eleven, Jenn.
"… because dis is our privite super-secret Fortress of Awesum Puppys Club, an’ its just for us awesum puppys, an’ you cant come in becuz your not a puppy, your a CAAAA-a-a-a-a-a-at!"
"Yeah, your a stinky CAAAA-a-a-a-a-a-at! So go an’ get you’re own stinky cat fortress, ya big stinky doo-doo head!"
It’s just a phase, Loreen T.
August 12: The long months at sea have taken their toll on Captain Bleaargh, I fear. Lately, his behavior is like that of a three-year-old child, and the men grow restless and dissolute. As first mate, I have concealed his condition as best I can, but with each passing day the signs grow clearer. He addressed the crew after breakfast, but during ten agonizing minutes, all he could produce was several gurgling noises and a number two.
Aye-aye, Carrie B.
"When Spencer and Lenore arrive from the Hamptons, tell them I’ll be joining them in the Blue Room for dinner. And bring me another one of those lovely drinks with all the umbrellas in them."
Looks like he DOES own the place, Katherine P.
And is CHASED BY EIGHT HUNDRED PUPPEHS OMG
Via BoingBoing and Sender-Inner Anna A.
In a moment of panic, Chickie realizes he forgot to bring the BBQ sauce and only remembered sparklers.
Bad Chickie! Bad Chickie! Happy Fourth of July, Alison R.
Kids, settle down, it’s time for your bedtime story.
…So that’s how your father and I met, Nuts Jr.
I think it was my Mexican Acorns con Arroz that he really fell in love with.
OK Kids, off to bed. Tomorrow you’re father’s taking you telephone wire walking, so rest up.
Laura W. found this interspecies snorgle-a-thon over at ABC News.
Your Ringo is quite a star, Jen D.
"Hey, sweetie, hold still. You got something in your eye." (slurp, slurp)
"Wha-? I don’t feel anything! Cut it out!"
"I’m serious," (slurp) "There’s something in your eye." (slurp, slurp)
"Wait, are you sure, because I swear I don’t …"
"Just" (slurp) "hold still, willya?" (slurp, slurp) "You got something in your eye!" (slurp)
"WHAT?! WHAT HAVE I GOT MY EYE?!?!?!"
"My tongue. BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
I suppose it’ll be "pull my paw" next, eh, Sara L.?