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Archive for the ‘Growing Dogs’ Category

The .GIF Friday Post No. 465 – Christmas Tree, Destructo Cat & Sno-Pwn

Friday, 23 December 2016

christmas-tree

christmas-cat-destruction

snow-pwn

[Top image is the backside of The Strutts Family Christmas Tree reflected in the screen of the TV that I watch only once a week. 2nd & 3rd .gifs found in here and here.]

 

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Missing Dog

Monday, 12 December 2016

missing

[Original image found here, alert created via here, and I hope you never have to use a missing pet generator.]

The .GIF Friday Post No.463 – Big Cats w/ Splats, Facial Wipes & Learning to Play the Elephonica

Friday, 9 December 2016

another-cat

face-time

elephant-dance

[Found here, here and here.]

The .GIF Friday Post No.460 – Sheep Dog, Bowzer Break & Doggie Duckies

Friday, 18 November 2016

sheep-dog

dog-dood

doggie-duckies

[Found in here, in here, and here via here.]

Sometimes I sits and thinks, and sometimes I just sits.

Monday, 7 November 2016

dogleg-a  dogleg-bdogleg-c

[Found in here, and yeah, we’ve got a dog archive.]

Nothing Much Happened Today.

Tuesday, 18 October 2016

nothing-much-happened-today-24

Some people don’t deserve to own dogs.

[Found here.]

The .Gif Friday Post No. 456 – Neighborhood Watch, Petroll & Hold My Beer

Friday, 14 October 2016

las-vegas-houses

roll-over

hold-my-beer

[2nd & 3rd found here and in here. The 1st is not a timelapse; I created it on a whim, original image here.]

The .Gif Friday Post No.455 – Dance Hard, Cats Up & Screwniverse

Friday, 7 October 2016

dance-hard-32

cats-up

micropwnage

[Found here, here and here. And, yeah, there’s another great addition to our “Dance Hard” Archive.]

#TRUE

Monday, 25 July 2016

black-labs-matter

[h/t Kat T via email.]

Spike

Monday, 11 July 2016

Spike

Reminds me of the song “Arkansas Dog” by Pinkard & Bowden.

Oh, Arkansas Dog,
Won’t someone pick you up?
Oh, Arkansas Dog,
Poor little pup.

Across the field I thought I saw,
A dog who walked from Arkansas.
His feet were raw, his eyes were red,
With porcupine quills stuck in his head.

Won’t someone kindly take this pup,
And feed him lots of bread;
And if the quills don’t pull out quick,
Just drive ’em in his head.

Oh, Arkansas Dog,
Won’t someone pick you up?
Oh, Arkansas Dog,
Poor little pup.

[Image found here. Lyrics from memory.]


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