photo from gag.fm
Honestly, this made me laugh for at least a minute straight when I saw it last night. I just kept looking at it again and laughing some more.
It’s so true. Sometimes when I spend time with new-to-me people, I feel exactly like sweater dog. And real life me? Well, real life me is definitely scouring the fridge for a good bite to eat with a frenzied look on my face. Nailed it.
Aren’t old friends wonderful? I like to think of new friends as potential old friends, so they’re all one big happy family from the start. There’s still that desire to seem normal and put together for a while though. Then over time you remember how tiring and pointless it is to try to seem put together when you aren’t. And there you are, being ridiculously you in front of friends.
Sometimes you need a picture of a cute puppy, you know? Today, I need a whole passel of cute puppies. We’re talking almost Cruella de Vil level need for puppies, without all of that unfortunate coat-made-of-puppies stuff.
Do you think Cruella de Vil is really just a horribly confused [fictional] person who needed an emotional boost? Maybe she thought the physical warm fuzzies (also known as a fur coat) would make her heart feel more warm and fuzzy? It’s a theory, not necessarily a good theory. I feel like they covered that in some follow-up movie to 101 Dalmations, but it’s been a few years since I saw that. Hmm.
Before this gets too weird (or long after it has gotten too weird), I give you my favorite loldogs from the past few days (provided by icanhas.cheezburger.com/dogs):
I really like the dog in the pool. Smart dog. You’re feeling better already, right? Nothing like a good dose of loldogs to boost the spirit.
It’s a daily dream of mine that someday Peanut will be able to come to work with me. I had a baby gate for him at some point (haven’t seen it in a while), and I could just put that up in my office doorway and sneak into the office for a Peanut cuddle or two between conversations with library patrons.
Better yet, he could be a roving librarian assistant. Now that would be fantastic. We could strap a walkie talkie to his back and send him around the library with a sign that says, “Use my walkie talkie if you need help.” Obviously, the other walkie talkie would be at the reference desk. Peanut is wonderful, but he doesn’t know the Dewey Decimal System very well, and his message-relaying skills aren’t quite up to the Lassie standard.
Think about how many people you would bring happiness to with a cute roving dog at the library. Peanut might be easily bribed into staying with one patron, however. Or he could follow someone out of the library if they gave him a good head scratch. There are potential problems in the plan. It’s a nice idea. (I think about extra time with my dog way too much. But if you think about it, my husband is usually at work when I am, so he isn’t going to be able to just come hang out with me all day. My dog is just sitting at home napping and looking out the window. He could get that done here with me.)
Imagine my happiness when I recently ran across this blurb about 19 kinds of colleagues, complete with pictures of animals at computers. All of my wildest dreams got a tiny bit closer to reality. So many office dogs.
Unfortunately, I think I’m the “Smelly Desk Lunch Eater.” Oh well. It could be worse. This puppy is pretty cute, even if he/she doesn’t respond to email:
photo from buzzfeed.com