We’re tough—we’ve seen this all before.
Sure—curl ALL your paws in at once. Just go right ahead. We can TAKE IT.
Those little nubbular ears? No problem, we can handle that toooo. [stops self while reaching out for a nom]
Oh and the eye capsules? piece of cake. [sound of twig snapping]
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! I wanna scoop him up and put him in an ice cream cone.
People, the Minnesota Zoo gets it. Finally a reputable establishment that understands the evil, evil powers that otters have over just about every other living creature! They simply cannot be stopped.
Washing washing ALWAYS WASHING, Alie S.!
Hmmm, let me think. What is the NEXT BEST THING to a warm powsche?
Warm laundry with Country Fresh scent that’s what.
Read this entire entry with an Australian accent I dare you, Lori W.
Oh, a bonche of typical McGrapersons—nothing new here, right? Wait—one of the McGrapersons is LOOKING BACK AT ME, OMG
Virginia O., GET OUT THE BLENDER THIS MUST BE STOPPED
p.s. Remember this; "A McGrapersons, I MUST HAVE EET!" ?
Um, "Pudu"?! I LOVE IT when new species of animals come out of the woodwork to kill us with their adorabuhlness!
Have you ever HEARD of a "Pudu"? Even the name is prosh. Here is a pair o’ pudus at the Woodland Park Zoo in Seattle.
And get a load of the close-up, People. You can’t handle the Pudu.
Libbie M., you win some kind of C.O. award for bringing this new animal to our attensche.
This guy is looking good. The smile, the fro, the one shoulder up.
He needs to make little tiny "guns" with his "hands" like "Heeeeeey Ladieeeez, who wants a honey cocktail? It’s on me"
Hot off the Metro.co.uk News press. Photo by Chris Cox. Sender-Inner: Cristina R.
These otters are tewtelly posing for their daytime soap opera open credits.
With their partially evil make-up, they are perfect for the job.
"Dr. Hamilton, I betrayed you with Tyler, and I’d DO IT AGAIN!" [middle otter rushes off to nurses station]
Er, something, Jen M.
The San Francisco Zoo Prairie Dogs are always making trubz. Check out these teenage doggles.
…Fighting authoritay:
…Playing Wii tennis (super small Prairie Dog version)
…Sleeping in ’til 1PM
Anne E., let’s send them all to boarding school pronto.
OK, sidenote, there used to be these raccoons that would show up whenever we ate dinner outside. We called them: "Señor and Señora Rabies".
The guy that saves this dumpster diving raccoon would prolly frown upon those names.
Oh, and the Natalie Merchant accompanyment must be stopped, Destiny M. It’s sooooo Green Day at your Graduation for crying out loud.
This gee-raffe is all about showing off his giant knobbularity.
The neck fuzz/mini mane/nostril combo is just bonuses.
Zoe S., it’s a good thing there is no giraffe tongue in this pic, your camera would’ve been gone in one prehensile slurp.
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