I know I’ve been remiss with my weekly link roundups lately, so today’s is packed full of linkage to send you smiling into the weekend…
First up, your punny pet names: Thorin Croakenshield and Bilbo Waggins. (Bonus: Meowly Cyrus and J.R.R. Tolkitten, courtesy of this pun-filled link. I won’t lie – I’m kind of annoyed at myself for not coming up with the latter.)
I want to throw a puppy party. I don’t know what the occasion will be, but the theme will (of course) be puppies. Who’s in?
I have a tendency to declare that something is my spirit animal quite often. Like once a week. Or twice a day. Anyway, I would declare this frog my spirit animal, but I think it would be more appropriate to appoint him my new life coach.
Holy cuteness, Batman! It’s a puffin chick! I wonder what they’ll name her. Perhaps Arianna Puffington? Or Hillary Puff? (Note: I decided to Google “Puffington Post” to see if it such a thing existed, and if so, if it was a blog dedicated to puffins. In case you’re wondering, the answers are: yes… and a resounding NO. It’s more likely to appeal to hardcore fans of this movie. I naively did not see that coming.)
Speaking of baby puffins, apparently they’re actually known as pufflings. Amazing. (From this same link, I also learned that a group of ferrets is called a business, which may be the coolest name for a group of animals ever. It might even edge out a grumble of pugs. I need to think on it.)
Anyway, putting that important debate aside for a moment (stay tuned), it’s time for this week’s video:
I have the urge to script dialogue for this whole thing. What do puffins talk about?
Finally, in case you missed it, here’s what we were up to on the blog this week:
Memorial Day weekend is almost here. It’s time to dust off the patio furniture, call up a few friends, and fire up the grill. It can be hard to decide who to invite, so here are seven dogs you might want to “accidentally” leave off the guest list…
The dog who who tells everyone that he can grill better than you.
February has passed, and March has slid into its place. The first signs of spring are slowly showing their face. Today is the first day of this glorious time, but do you know why tomorrow has inspired me to rhyme?
If you’re a studious scholar of literary renown, it’s likely this riddle will not cause you to frown. It just so happens that many years ago on that day, a man named Theodor Geisel joined our great mortal play. That’s right – tomorrow’s the birthday of the fab Dr. Seuss, so now you know that my rhyming has a fantastic excuse. I became similarly rhythmic at the same time last year, so I hope that this format will not cause you to jeer.
First up, I present you with a new punny pet name. Last year, Fleaodor Seuss Geisel was my entry of fame. Repeating myself would be cheating a tad, so instead I introduce you to Ms. Feral Ladd.
Do you find the alphabet much, much too tame? Use the Seussabet instead – you’ll not again feel the same.
Dr. Seuss is remembered for the Grinch, green ham, and a cat, but his body of work is far more extensive than that. Before all the Sneetches or an elephant caper, Seuss was in the same business as one Mr. Don Draper.
Speaking of hats, it seems the good doctor had quite a flair, for finding charming haberdashery to cover his hair.
I think that this story is worth sharing, so go take a quick look. I wish that someone named Martha Graham Cracker was here to read me a book.
Here’s the answer to a question you likely did not ponder: it’s Star Wars redone in shades of Seussian wonder.
Although the Lorax is often quite busy speaking for trees, he still inspires fantastical parties with the greatest of ease. (Yet if you may permit me one quibble with that adorable scheme, the use of all that paper might somewhat contradict the book’s theme? I’m probably being a picky old grouch, but if I’d kept my mouth shut, I’d have felt like a slouch. In my mind, I’ll just hope that this use was excusable, and that these cute decorations will prove to be quite reusable.)
This story is old, but some might find it surprising. Who knew that Yertle the Turtle posed the danger of a grade school uprising?
If you’re not anti-Yertle and hosting a Seussian soiree, put these dishes on your menu to simply blow guests away.
We’re not the only blog paying tribute to this brilliant writer. This poem from Cat Chat is another one to help make your day brighter.
Oh, and in case a product rep is here doing some reading, I have some advice that might help if you think of proceeding. Before you request a humble blogger work for free, I suggest you take a moment – or perhaps even three - to read this cautionary missive that will help in gauging, just why your unsolicited email could prove to be mildly enraging.
Now it’s time to abandon the numerical form. I end with a video (as is often the norm):
How will you celebrate this prince of the book? Perhaps channeling his characters with your next fashionable look?
If I can make one final request of you at this time… if you’re going to comment, maybe do it in rhyme? Rhyming comments would fill me with utter delight. Then I’ll know that this post did not lead to mass reader flight.
(I hope that this format did make you feel glee, but regardless, dear reader, the choice was not up to me. For you see, I’m not only a great Seussian fan, I happen to share the day of my birth with the man. Now that my motives have been fully explained, I’m sure you’ll agree that my whimsy was no doubt preordained.)
Okay, so I know I’ve been a bit MIA (and left you hanging without a No Frown Friday post last week). I hope you can forgive me. It’s all due to a lack of poor planning on m part.
You see, each year we throw a Super Bowl party at our house. We had some work done on our basement recently, so I got behind on party prep. I spent the weekend cleaning, grocery shopping, cooking, etc. I meant to take a photo to post for Super Dog Sunday, and didn’t even get around to that. (I’m usually ready with a sporty photo in advance, as past years would indicate.) I even forgot to take photos of the spread for my baking blog (and actually forgot to bust out the camera at all this weekend). So, to apologize for being a bad blogger, I figured I’d atone with some adorableness…
Not impressed by the Super Bowl…
As you can see, the dogs were unimpressed by all of that party prep. Though they did enjoy getting attention from all of our guests (and they did join me to watch the Puppy Bowl before bed).
Anyway, back to regular posting soon… I should finally be able to start catching up on life this week.
Finally, here’s your video for the week… I’m loving this ad from Guinness:
What are your plans for St. Patrick’s Day? I’ll be having a few friends over for dinner and beer. Can’t go wrong with that, in my opinion. Well, unless you’re this guy. (Might as well end today’s post on a beer-related note. So, enjoy these videos of animals burping. You’re welcome.)
Thanks go to Kolchak Puggle for inspiring today’s theme – I just hope that my bad rhymes do not make you scream…
Today’s punny pet name has both brains and good looks – it’s Fleaodor Seuss Geisel, author of many great books! (If you have the time and are feeling quite able, you might want to check out this Lorax dessert table.)
Speaking of books, not to be quite contrary, but I don’t think I’ll fit in this little library.
I hear that the ’80s are making a sartorial comeback – will fashion soon be inspired by volumes in my childhood book stack? (It seems that everything comes back around, from clothing to music, such cycles abound. This fashionable news fills me with neon-colored dread, but I suppose I should just be thankful we aren’t chasing the ’70s instead.)
If fonts were cats, would they wear hats? By that of course, I mean the thing called a serif – that a letter sometimes wears a pair of.
This next link will mess with your head and your brain – it’s inspired by Escher, and it’s right up my lane.
Now, Bella gets carsick and can’t go too far, but if she could travel I’d want this plate for my car.
Last week I took the adorable Willis to an adoption event as my friend – although he did like to hug, I’m lucky he did not try to fully ascend.
Before I must go, I shall whisper a secret. It should fully explain the final thing in this link set. Dr. Seuss isn’t the only one who entered the world on this day – a certain pup-obsessed blogger also came out to play.
Now that you know of this Seussy connection, perhaps you will realize upon further reflection, that the puns and the parodies are fully explained, and my all-around goofiness was no doubt preordained.Anyway, if you’re feeling inspired by this meandering post, and wish your blog had a similar rhyme scheme to host – sit down at your keyboard and let the creativity pop, then head on over to join up with this Seusstastic blog hop.
At your party, you could reenact scenes from past winners. Just be careful which role you let this guy play. (In a moment of synergy, I just saw an ad for the re-release of Titanic in April. I’m so there. Be proud, 17 year old me. I’ll never let go.)
If that’s not your speed, you could discuss the greatest movie quotes of all time. The first category? Legal movie quotes.
Bella wasn’t the only furry family member at our holiday celebration. Her “cousins” were also there to open presents and beg for ham.
It’s always nice to have an overload of cuteness on hand Christmas morning, although it can be stressful if the pups decide to engage in some holiday bickering. However, I’m happy to report that last year’s peace treaty was still in effect. All in all, it was a lovely visit.