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Ah, Ah, Ah, CHOO!, Lori W.
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Um, please put me back under the bed where I belongk.
Plink! plink! [Dust bunny eye blink]

While the common dog enthusiast may content himself to costume his cur in the guise of hackneyed pop-culture icons, retro-urban folk archetypes, or even perverse attempts at species confusion, the intellectual dog owner seeks to cloak Man's Best Friend not in the artificiality of cloth, but in the transcendence of Truth. It is for these enlightened few that The Cute Overload School of Philosophy Gift Shop is pleased to offer ...
The Immanuel Kant Doggie Dress-Up Kit!
Each kit includes a deluxe leather-bound edition of Kant's Critique of Pure Reason translated into Dog, a set of Categories of the Understanding flash cards, and an easy-to-learn guide to teaching your dog pensive philosophical poses.
To order, contact Ian O.
"Oh ... mah ... gawd! She's not actually wearing that in public, is she?"
"Ugh. They need to pass a law: After your second child, no more Spandex."
"And those zebra stripes are so not working with the feather boa and the alligator bag."
"She either raided Kelly Osborne's closet ... or the local zoo. Hee, hee, hee!"
Meee-yow, Arlo R.
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.!
According to BBC, Behbeh cubbersons "Zara" was born to a young and inexperienced Ma who wasn't sure how to take care of her. At under three pounds, this cub woulda died if it weren't a certain Linton Zoo Director. Eventually, this cub will be set loose in Uganda, but in the meantime, "Arnie" the cat is getting his snorgle on.
Mer...ALGH, Stephanie N.!
[Pause]
My name is—well, I'm Betty.
and... I—I have a bit of a problem that landed me in the "time out" corner.
You see, I strongly believe that bed linen wrinkles are OUT TO GET US ALL and must be attacked. I didn't MEAN to tear your duvet to shreds, but it's for your own safety. [Closes eyes and sighs loudly]
Vicky, stay safe! [head tilt]
CHAKA BRA!
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:


Tubular, Flavia...
"So I'm making my usual rounds of the Dumpsters out back of Denny's, when I see this sign that says 'tryouts for Lucha Libre'." And right away I'm thinking, "Free milk?! Well, sign me up!
"Turns out my high-school Spanish was a little rusty, because now I'm bouncing all over frickin' Mexico in a tour bus with no A/C, my stupid mask itches and these tights keep riding up, and five nights a week, some sweaty gorilla who calls himself El Máximo gets to twist me into balloon animals.
"But the chicks dig the cape. So there's that."
¡Ay, caramba, Lauren M!
Suddenly, the jungle grew still. The birds in the treetop canopy above us ceased their endless chattering and worriedly began to scan the distant horizon. "It's no use," I sighed, exhausted. "The surface is too smooth in every direction! There's nothing to grab hold of!" It was then that Julietta began to thrash about in panic. "Don't struggle, Miss Greenaway!" shouted Professor Dawkins. "It will only cause the frosting to drag you down faster!"
But it was only the sudden rumbling of the ground that made her stop. We felt it again, then again -- a dull vibration coursing through the forest floor, clearer and closer with every step. The birds scattered into the skies in terror and the monkeys disappeared chattering into the trees. There was a rustling behind me and then we saw it -- the creature known by the natives as besta distorcido da selva: Fuzzy Beast of the Jungle.
Julietta screamed and struggled anew. "NO!" yelled Dawkins, but it was too late -- the monster had noticed us. It lowered its massive head, and it was then that I saw them: The whiskers. They were our only hope now. "Grab onto my shoulders!" I told the others. "We've got one ... last ... chance."
Will our heroes survive? View the entire thrilling episode at Picasa!
The suspense is killing us, Laurie R!
Meet Tai and Pip, twin red pandas at the Edmonton Valley Zoo in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada. As a safety precaution, we're only going to show you their heads, because the rest of them have been deemed by the C.O. Public Safety Advisory Committee to be too cute for safe public consumption.
If we were to show you their soft, fuzzy, oh-so-snorglable bellies, or the delicate downy fur on their bushy, bushy tails, your brains would melt into a pool of butterscotch pudding and ooze out your ears, which would really put a crimp in your plans for the weekend. Also, brain is notoriously hard to clean out of clothing, especially synthetics. We're only thinking of you, people.
Just send us the dry cleaning bill, Nicole M.
This scene is kinda like The Exorcist, only much cuter!
[head appears to rotate around 180] Ehn!

Wrinkles McWhinersons is all get me down, I gots me some bidet water to slurp!
Thanks for the bonus yipping action, Cass.
"Ralph? Ralph, you awake?"
"Cut it out, you'll wake up the counselor!"
"Hey, you wanna know why I wasn't in wood shop today? You wanna know, huh? Do ya? Huh?"
"Lemmie alone, Shermy, I'm sleeping."
"It's because I totally scored with Sue-Ann Glupenpooter, that's why."
"You lie, Shermy."
"Am not! We went out behind the boat house, and she let me get to third base!"
"Oh, for your information, Shermy, Bruce from cabin 12 told me that he overheard Becky and Janelle talking about how Weird Linda told them that Sue-Ann thinks you're a total loser spaz butthead. So shut up and go to sleep."
(pause)
"All right -- second base."
"Good night, Shermy."
Yeah, we're not buying it either, Philip K.
[Voiceover of Sir Famous English Guy] "A rare Golden Earless—so unusual in these parts of South East Asia. Only handfuls of them survive in the wild. Shhh, shhh, he may detect our movements!"
[Earless hamster] "I can't heeeeeeeeeear you! I have no earrrrrrrrrrrrrrs!" [motions to own head in singsong voice]

... and that's just what they'll do / One of these days these boots are gonna whap you on the nose (whap whap whap whap whap!) and then tear through the living room (neeeeeaarrrrggghhhhhhmmmmm!!) and then climb up the drapes (wheeeeeeeeeeeeee!) and then knock the planter off the kitchen counter (crash! whoopsie!) and then totally declare war on your tail (yaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrr!) and then whap you on the nose some more (whap-ity whap!) and then fall asleep (honk-shuuuuuuuuu!).
Cowgirl UP, Judy O!
I don't know what's more redonk—the voices of these ladies watching "Shming" the hedgehog float around in the tub, or Shming himself, who's acting like he's on friggin' Waikiki beach after three Mai Tais.
I watched ALL six minutes AND thirty seconds of this buoyant heaven, Sender-Inner Allison M.!
Questions for you:
1. Could this pup be MORE prosh? [Answer: Nyerhe!]
2. Can't you practically FEEL the mini-snorting schnozzle on your face? [Answer: yeees!]
3. Did you hit your screen reaching for that teeny Tailio Iglesias? [Answer: Gone to emergency room to fix broken fingers]

The crowd falls still as I enter the ring. At the far end stands my feared and respected enemy: Il Matadeer.
He unfurls his cape before him. I lower my head. It is our signal to begin. Soon, like my father, and his father before him, we will be locked in a dance of death, a timeless struggle from which only one may ... may ... whuh-HUH?! HEEEEYYYYY!!
"Wake up, honey. You were having the bullfight dream again."
"I was not!"
"You do realize that we're deer, don't you?"
"I WASN'T HAVING IT, HONEST!"
"It's all right, sweetie. I'm going to the kitchen -- would you like a salt lick?"
(sigh...) "Thanks, Mom."
Dream big, Angela B.
Now, please, People, don't extrapolate this rule to any large guts. I'm talking about a Rule of Cuteness for SMALL baby tummies here. Not your husband's Miller High Life-fueled spare tire.
Boy-yoi-yoi-yoi-yoing! [Gut and Cute Overload Xtreme Close up bulges out]
Greg M., I hope I have your support on this.
AP is reporting a "unicorn" was born in captivity in Italy (where all miracles come from)
OMG, I'm gonna barf a rainbow. Ralllgh!
How bummed is that deer, Tracy W., Cheri S., Torie R., Tania S., Robin V., Carly L., and Kimberly H. + another beellion Sender-Inners?
Go get 'em, Plinky McEyecapsules!
Michelle F., you know we love this mortal sin in particular.
I can't believe this Shepherd is wearing fur. How dare he. Wait 'til PETA gets wind of this.
The spots are cute though.
Anything for fashion, eh, Raymi?
This is pretty darn racky, People. It might be difficult to get any rackier, frankly.
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Go Paly Vikings, Arlo R.!
Somewhere in... (Norway?) is a live lion cub cam. Looks like Mom cat has three four cubbages.
It's like checking in on your dog at daycare, only lion-y!
Let's check in on them, Austin L.!
Do you think you can TICKLE ME any time you WANT!?
OK OK, you can. I got nuthin.
Stubbular submishe, Sender-Inner Sehar S.!
[Whispering bartender] Listen Buddy, we don't usually serve this, but you look like you could use a triple shot.
[Glass slides down bar into your waiting hand]
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Lori W., you've really outdone yerself.
As happy as a pig in s@#$!!?
According to the Mail Online, this lil' piglet was very fearful of mud and refused to step in it with her brothers and sisters. Quick-thinking farmers supplied mini rain boots and boom, she jumped in! Klop klop klop
Thanks to all alert cuteologists who sent this one in, 'specially NTMTOM. Oh, and exscuuuuuse me, Princess! Thanks, Bobbeh.
Dumpling, Honey, did you warm up for the game?
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Yes, I mean, did you do your stretches?
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OK, good. 'Cause we're playing the Underhills at the club today, and if we lose, we have to pay their club fees for a month, Darling! And you know Daddy wouldn't like that.
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It's your serve, Lori W.!
// Sorry to be a ballhog, Lori, but I'll take that serve... - Ed. //
My Mood Right Now: Frisky!
Surprising Fact: I DON'T eat my own poop. Ha. I would NEVER do that. Never have to worry about that one—heh.
Occupation: Puppeh
Children: Someday
Zodiac Sign: Leo (Ironic, isn't it!? LOL)
Smoke/Drink: Sometimes.
Education: Some Pre-school
Favorite Book: Entertainment Weekly
Status: Swingle
Sean A., I hope Curtis finds exactly what he's looking for...
I TOLD YOU not to go to Sex and the City without me. And you ate my carrots.
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Goran G., you don't see that inner-ear pink on many softballs these days...
People, get ready for one of the best pages on the Internets; Sugar Bush Squirrel.
It's the most chock-full, animated GIF, current-event-driven, no-topic-too-political-or-religious, squirrel pun-licious page you will ever see.
Sugar Bush was found and rescued as a baby by Ms. Kelly Foxton, only to be raised as an International supermodel. Here's Sugar Bush's photo shoot on a new heir to the throne in Japan:
No topic is too touchy for Sugar Bush! Here is Reverend Nut, giving powerful, paw-banging sermons...
The page literally goes on and on and on! Right Keely S.?
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.!
Boxes? Yes, most cats like boxes so much they have to go to Boxhab. But BoxING?
Cue "Eye of the Tiger"
Krista T., you are rumbling in the jungling.
Hmmm, let me think. What is the NEXT BEST THING to a warm powsche?
Warm laundry with Country Fresh scent that's what.
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Read this entire entry with an Australian accent I dare you, Lori W.
Fennec foxes are well known for their contributions to the Rules of Cuteness, most notably their whopping ear-size.
This little Dewd is all, "I'm kitten-like, and don't have my big ears yet!" and follows up with "Ye shall perish from my cuteness REGAHDLESS!"
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Lori W., fennec-licious find. I like how his eye-capsules can BARELY hold on to this concious world and are... drifting.... so... tie-tie
Um, warm, cheesey feets. That's all I've EVER asked for. That and a Quadruple-Quadruple Animal Style.
That's what she said, Marlene W.! And check out the whole photoset by William Hundley.
I now know there is only one answer to that question. (Señor Montalban.)
Aurora R., that is ONE innovative pocket pet.
A nice little vid about a (mini) piglet farm. Makes these mini-bacon-schnozzles look DOWNRIGHT snugglable!
I can't HELP but make the tiniest of snorting sounds while watching this, Tony E.!