Filed under: random | Tags: animals, boys hate being called cute don't they, cute overload, puppets
There comes a point in time, when things are *so* cute, that my brain can’t handle it and I lose all sense of reason and ability to function like a sane adult.
Like whenever I see my friend’s pugalier puppy Dexter. He’s about the size of my fist, ridiculously hyper and constantly trying to lick people to death. I can’t go near him without beginning to talk in that infamous ‘coochie-coo’ voice – ‘how cute are you! how cute are YOU?! You want your belly wubbed dont’ you? Yes you want your belly wubbed.’ This is followed by lots of random ooh-ing and ahh-ing as I proceed to wub his belly, giggling like a child. I’m not proud of it.
And now I’ve just seen these:
I have no need for them whatsoever but they’re just SO CUTE! Aaaaaaaahh.
Maybe I could make them and put on a puppy puppet show for Dexter? He’d love it, surely. No, it’s too dangerous. My brain might explode from all the cuteness / lack of dignity.
One can dream though.
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AnneElicious 
I desperately want to wub that fwog!
Comment by The Sexy Pedestrian February 3, 2009 @ 3:42 pm