Before I begin on the P o’ P, let me say KEEP going on the condiments, because if we ever win the lotto, we will construct such a monstrosity and everyone is invited for extensive snackola. Maybe we’ll cover beverages next week! Additionally, I have a feeling Clif will cook something up for Friday Raining Chundermuffins, so I’m gonna put the script in tomorrow night.
So here we have the P-man, the little guy, the champion.
Note his powers of Carpet Camouflage™ (he’s practically INVISIBLE!) and Super Streamlining™. What you can’t see is that he’s comfortably laying on the floor with an 80 mph headwind in our living room, but he’s so streamlined you can’t tell. Not shown in this picture (no camera is big enough) is his poop machine power. Pound for pound, or at least cubic inch per cubic inch, no dog poops more. This little dude is the champ. He’s like Chuckles only his power is genuine not a toilet destroying affectation.
Second in an occasional series of Puppy Powers.
HEY!
I have broken a toilet or two in my time. Sometimes, you need to break a little wind and sometimes you need to break a little porcelain.
Pugsley is extra streamlined and camouflaged as he’s hunting squeaky carrot toys. This is the phase where he stalks his prey.
One has to wonder what powerful evolutionary forces were at work that would make beige carpet cameo so beneficial. Is it the ability to hide from the most horrible of dog predators, the vacuum? Is it to save him from the dangers of bath time? Perhaps it allows him to lay in wait for the mail carrier unseen by his nemesis, ready to pounce.
Too cute.
P does try to nip the vacuum on its “shoulder” to let it know who’s boss.
I bet he gets stepped on a lot.
No, not really. We do have this strange carpet yelping problem, though.
Okay, that made me laugh out loud.
Curse you vacuum, I am dominant. SUBMIT TO ME GODDAMMIT!!!
When did this become CussBlog all the sudden?? I used to get looked askance at for my salty language ’round here.
A goddamn from UC is kind of like a cartoon catchphrase, it doesn’t count as salty due to his UC-ness. F bombs are still out.
Them Canuckinoids have different ways. Differnet cusses; different seximal practices; different hairstyles.
Why, I once heard they drink beer up there!
And their Rush isn’t a fat obnoxious one!
It’s like a different country, I tells ya.
What you need is 100 lbs of black dog that likes to hang out by the campfire, on the dark side of the log. I’ve never heard so many logs yelp as when he comes camping.
Seriuously, they do it for the “aww, I’m sorry boy” love.
I would smooch that poor doggy like the world was going to end tomorrow. And feed him snackables all day. Eventually, the smooches would sorta piss him off, but the treats would be good. Hopefully, they’d balance out.
It’s nice to have stuff in the world to smile about, especially after the couple of weeks I’ve had lately. More doggie pics, please – especially if they involve carrot!
Thanks for making me smile – really and truly.
Not as impressive as the amazing powers of PupH.
let’s have a cute-off.
pupH vs pugsley, with the winner getting something appropriate(lots of pork?)
Dang that’s amazing! I’ll see what PupH can do.
Seitz is always so aggressive!
All the dogs of 3 Bulls! are equal, some are more equal than others, but equal.
They are equals amongst equals!
But really I think that the inner scientest in you should come up with some sort of body weight corrected pooping constant (Kp). You know like grams of poop per kilogram of pup per day (g/kg-day).
a wicked lot. we’d have to go with volume- it’s like he has Pantene Extra Volume, but the poop version.
So his poop is light and fluffy?
Did he eat the Stay Puft(tm) Marshmallow man?
I hate it when my poop is all air puft. You can’t really get a good squat and grumble when it is expelled with a high gas/turd ratio ([g t]/c).
I can see the formula needs some work – perhaps corrections for moisture content and volume of voids are in order.
Seitz is always so aggressive!
It’s the anger that builds up from spending my nights watching the stupidest team in baseball.
Losing to the second most infuriating.