Kibbles & Bits®

One of the pups' favorite activity is chasin' inflated objects, bitin' the hell out of 'em, then runnin' like crazy when they do that mad, zoomin' thing around the room. Bigger stuff--like those idiotic lit-up balloon pumpkin men or snowmen people around here seem addicted to--aren't quite as much fun. They just collapse in an uninspirin' heap. 'Course they do make the best rude sounds, which the pups think is their fault, leadin' to an extended round of butt sniffin'.

Imagine this sucker would not only have rude sounds but rude smells too.

"Lakemoor Community Association members say it stinks that someone stole their 30-foot inflatable skunk from its spot along Lincoln Road. The $8,000 caricature, which stood in protest of the possible location of the village’s proposed sewage treatment plant, was snatched early Tuesday morning."

Not too sure about this business, though. Don't really think I wanna' be curlin' up on the remains of Dad or Grand Dam Bitch.

"A US taxidermist has come up with a strange way to keep the memory of dead pets alive - cushions made from their fur. Jeanette Hall gets bereaved animal owners to send her their pets' bodies - which she then transforms into pillows and cushions."

It does remind me of one of the funniest places we've ever seen. While drivin' around out in the country--on a little back road in the middle of nowhere--there's this little frame buildin' with the sign "Taxidermist and Mattress Outlet." Really. Honest to God. AHM refused to stop and go inside. Chicken.


All I wanna' ask about this is… Why?

And as for this--don't even think about it, fool!

posted by Harrison at 10:01 PM