I woke up this morning to the sound of Anne making the awful noise you make when something you like is destroyed by your puppy.
Anne, being the amazing person that she is, turned this particular troop of lemurs into lemurade:
Of course, I can’t be too mad at Marlowe, because Anne did do this to her while I was out of town this weekend:
I’m calling this one even.
Make him wear a Wesley Crusher sweater. That will teach him!
My bad! “make HER” and “will teach HER”
but Marlowe doesn’t seem upset that she’s wearing the antlers..
Did you see the pictures of the Wheaton’s other dogs wearing the antlers? Riley looked downright ecstatic to be wearing them. 🙂
That’s Riley’s default position. Even at 11 years-old, she has that great puppy exuberance for everything.
I call it even also.
No, make her wear the Infamous Clown Sweater!
I can’t, because I don’t own it.
However, now that you mention it, someone should make dog-sweater versions of it. Because OMG right?
Heck yeah! If I could knit, I’d totally do that!
Challenge accepted. Though it might have to start fat-ass cat size since that’s all I’ve got handy to measure!
No dog deserves the Infamous Clown Sweater. I don’t care how awesome the other sweater was.
In the antler pic Marlowe has the “Am I doing this right?” look.
Cute – even if she did have to wear antlers.
My dog once destroyed our couch cushions, and we couldn’t afford a new couch right away so we just had to turn them over.
I miss that dog though!
http://www.shitmypetsruined.com/
There’s also a kid variant, of course.
http://www.shitmykidsruined.com/
My favorite story about putting pets in ridiculous costumes was the long haired dachshund that my parents had when I was in high school. They put these little red boots on him. He clearly hated them. After humiliating him for a while, they put them back in the box and put the box on top of their dresser in the bedroom. Some time later, they noticed odd scratch marks on the dresser. It had been so long it took them a while to figure it out. The dog had gone in there and launched himself at the dresser until he was able to knock the box down. He utterly obliterated the boots and most of the box. They found parts of the box in another room. So, he had not only achieved jumping to heights that we’d never seen him manage. He also knew to destroy them so completely that he’d never have to suffer that humiliation again and moved the evidence. He was definitely one of our smarter pets. RIP General, you cagey boot hating bastard.
Something something sweater puppies.
Nailed it.
Marlowe in those antlers: “Oh boy, oh, boy, I get to help Santa pull his sleigh!!! I am so full of excite!”
Okay, now do you have any small humans you want me to pull?
Poor Marlowe looks so ashamed of her exuberance in the first photo. Poor thing, just thought there was something inside.
I’m so glad you adopted Marlowe. This way I can sigh over her cuteness without the repercussions of my cats planning on killing me in my sleep for bringing dogs into the house.
Well, it serves her right for putting those ridiculous things on her head. Plus, she is still a puppy.
Aw! Marlowe is so cute! The antler picture is especially adorable.
Oh no! Was it a hand knit sweater? If it was hand knit, it might be able to be repaired.
I’m pretty sure that abomination was made my a machine that was killed with fire when the last one rolled off the line.
Wait–the Infamous Clown Sweater was made by an Embroider-Bot? That’s so cool! They’re basically 2D CnC computer-driven sewing machines that can embroider any pattern that you want. The machines come with software that will render a photo as a pattern and then sew it.
But yeah, a doggie Clown Sweater would cool, or a dog (or cat) Westley Crusher-collection Iron Maiden sweater. Hmm…
Goddammit, you people are making me want to knit a dog sweater. This is a wholly unique sensation. I live in Texas! Dogs don’t wear sweaters! Dogs look at our sweaters and say “Dude, why do you even own a sweater?”
Do eet! Knit eet!!
What part of Texas do you live in? I was born and raised in Texas (DFW area and the Houston) and, believe me, you can bet my Pibbles wore sweaters in the brief winter we had.
Dude, mocking the wife’s favorite sweater… You’ll be lucky if she doesn’t put those antlers on YOU.
eta; Marlowe is a total cutie. Great score.
Sir Wil, as I sit here enjoying a Brasseurs du Temps “Diable au Corps” Imperial IPA after a gruelibg day at work, I marvel at your ability to rain mirth and merriment down upon the World. All I can say is “Thanks dude. I so needed that.”
Oh, no. Not even close! How can you say that the dog ripping apart a sweater compares to the indignity of reindeer antlers? It’s like apples and oranges.
Oh, the dogmanity! The dogmanity!
Storm ate a welcome mat today. Hooray dogs! 😀
But now Marlowe has learned a very valuable lesson … sweaters that appear to be empty, most likely are empty.
However, due to puppyhood, her ability to recall such lesson at a future date is most decidedly non-zero. Sorry Anne. 🙁
CORRECTION: Make that zero. Not non-zero. Apologies; it’s been a long day (sigh).
Poor puppy … but if you can’t do the time, don’t do the crime.
I’m having issues catshaming minus favorite sweater sub Christmas tree. It took two days to put up that bitch and now my special needs cat won’t stay out of it. He has diabetes so I always contemplate discipline as he has enough shit to hate life about.
I actually just wrote about it…
http://bloggingwench.weebly.com/the-dumbest-thing-youll-read-today.html
I like this .. it makes me laugh plus I can relate. I was able to catch the Rothfuss Storyboard. Informative and fun. I enjoyed listening.
I commented on twitter to both of you saying this would happen before it happened. 🙂
So cute!
That picture is so ridiculously cute. I doubt the dog liked it much though.