That is such a good one.
Excellent find, YankeeBird
This just in, Maria Sharapova’s dog’s ball has been stolen.
Allegedly, cunning mini thief "Sniffles" (pictured below) is to blame. According to our sources, the trouble began when Alla Kudryavtseva shocked Wimbledon audiences by beating Sharapova. It was then that Sniffles blatantly stole (and ravenously chewed on) the winning tennis ball from the Sharapova/Kudryavtseva upset match.
Sharapova’s pup "Dolce" could not be reached for comment.
Double fault, Jennifer L.!
Oh no. No you don—
Hmmm, OK, that’s kinda nice.
Be careful Stevi E., Boba can look two directions at once, making escape IMPOSSIBUHLS!
Imperial Beach was once again home to the Loews Coronado Bay Resort Surf Dog Competition, where pups surfed to wild applause… Some photos from the past couple of years competishe:
OOOOO? <–head just tilted
Thanks to the giggular Heather G.
"Lordy me, that picture takes me back. It was at the Rotary Club picnic, and there was this boy — and I swear he must have followed us the whole afternoon, working up his nerve. Finally he comes up to me — and of course he was much thinner then, dont’cha know, and he still had all his fur — and he just stands there, staring.
"Well, after a few minutes of this, I give up and turn to get some more tuna casserole, and he just up and bites me on the tail! Right in front of everybody! And well, of course I’m just madder than I-don’t-know-what-all, and I’m about to haul off and slug him, when I get a look into his eyes. And it was like they were pleading with me: Don’t go.
"And I figured, if a feller wants a girl bad enough to bite her on the tail, he must want her awful bad. That was forty-seven years ago, and we been together ever since. Missed the fireworks and everything.
"Well, not entirely."
Thanks for the memories, Dia H.
[Handing you a napkin]
Mmmk, dig in while it’s warm and snuggleh. [Grabs chopsticks, dunks a puppeh]
Back to bed now, Sender-Inners Julia and Keith M. Via this Japanese ass-kicking site.
From the hustle and bustle of New York’s Fashion Week, to the prêt-à-porter shows of Paris, one word is on every designer’s lips this season — CAMOUFLAGE! Yes, camo is the way to go for the modern woman who wants to stand out by blending in. And here’s Bambi, looking sassy for summer in her one-piece camo sundress with pink trim and matching ribbon. Completing the ensemble is a lovely "dead mouse" evening bag by Mr. Squeakwell of Limburger Street.
She’s a vision, Forest W.
[Pup dunks head completely underwater, then spouts water upward like a Golden Retriever fountain]
Glad you and Cessna could cool off a bit, Hil L.
Jameson confesses his true love to Giselle, but refuses to seek a divorce from Jacki, who is undergoing delicate brain surgery by the brilliant but unpredictable Dr. Hugo Hankershlaffer. Meanwhile, Steve and Randolph must explain to Violet, Steve’s fiancée, how the two of them came to be arrested by park rangers while wearing only fishnet stockings and scuba gear.
And in the tranquil Schlongermann household, Clarence begins to suspect that young Clarence Jr. might not be his…
Pass the bon-bons, Lucy L!