Free Great Peranise Puppies
Three female puppies. Mother full blood Peranise. Father. Unknown. Beautiful. White. One looks like a raccoon.
OK – everyone remember the #1 YSaC rule of dogs? You’re still not allowed to own a breed you can’t spell. Also, given the general level of attention to detail displayed in this post, it wouldn’t surprise me if that third puppy actually WAS a raccoon.
Thanks for the post, William!
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Must. Take. Breath. Before. Continuing. Bill. Shatner’s. Dog. Must. Be. Given. Away.
I used to have a fish tank with peranise; if they ever had puppies they must have eaten them, because I never saw any. Peranise are great fish to watch, but you can’t play with them.
They don’t bark good.
Pet styles, like other human fashions come and go. Luckily the Baroque & Rococo Era has largely passed. While the excess ornamentation and detail layered upon detail can please the eye, the day-to-day maintenance of such will debase opinion thereof. Once the esteem has passed, how quickly to accusations of decadence, even immorality.
Of course tipping over trash cans and disturbing the cats late at night does not help any,either.
I like cheese.
Bart Simpson on the state of affairs: “I swear, it was already Baroque when I got here!”
“I didn’t do it
Nobody saw me do it
You can’t prove anything!”
I saw brown drips around it and something smelled very enticing ……..
I like pie.
And pi.
But only apple ‘pie’ with cheese.
With pi, I don’t like anything.
Or maybe I do, never really thought about it before.
But with apple ‘pie’, cheese is awesome, but only if the pie is warm and you have some vanilla ice cream to put on the side.
Don’t put the ice cream on top, because then the pie is soggy and that’s just gross.
And don’t melt the cheese over the pie, because that’s gross too.
And none of that processed yellow cheese wannabe crap. It has to be real cheddar or nothing at all.
And if you don’t have that, then just bring me the pie, with no ice cream and not warmed.
Unless you have strawberry ice cream. That’s good with apple pie, on the side.
And ghostie will have what I’m having.
As long as you promise to fake orgasm in the middle of the restaurant.
I’ll have you know that C” “J and I are ladies and would never do such a thing before the third date. (Unless you have extra-sharp cheddar.)
It’s always the pie and cheese that are your downfall, eh ghostie?
I tried going to a Pastriholics Anonymous meeting once, but they have them right next door to a bakery. I didn’t stand a chance.
Rhonda Raccoon checked into her room
But wasn’t quite sure she should bother.
Filled with malaise, the half-Peranise
Checked Craigslist ads seeking her father.
These puppies’ mother is more of a slut than Cartman’s Mom.
My next-door neighboor has a
peerakneespierinise, big white dog. (see why I don’t have one?)He barks at raccoons.
And everything else.
Truth be known, though, he’s a big lovebug.
With a ginormous head. In fact, I think he may have been the model for that dog in…what was that movie? I’m thinking “Neverending Story”. Amiright?
Clifford?
[corey] Falkor was a luck dragon. [/corey]
*asks Uncle Google about “Falkor”*
Holy lucky dragons, Batman!!
That’s him! That is my neighbors’ dog!
Only less animated-y, and more stinky.
My favrite breads of dogs:
Bagel
Sharpie
Pom Iranian
Scottish Terror
Shit Zoo
I went to the Shit Zoo once; it was not as much fun as I had been led to believe.
I heard that it had a lot of ‘hands-on’ exhibits?
great visual stuck in my head for the day…. thanks LL
Some people like to play with weird stuff… I just can’t see them making figurines for clay-mation videos with that, though.
Please… no goggling. I just grossed myself out as it is.
I’m boggled as to who would have led you to believe a trip to the Shit Zoo would be fun… Except those weirdos to whom LL was referring…
I have some pretty crappy friends.
No love for the laboratory?
and does anyone remember Pogs?
I remember! Even in the 90’s, I had no idea what those little cardboard discs were for
Pogs may be gone, but POG lives on.
My niece has a pog. His name is
See’s HerSieze HerSea CzarCeasar. Maybe he’s the unknown father. He doesn’t look much like a raccoon though.does he look green and leafy?
When I was a kid, a friend’s brother was very alarmed that there was a BOSTON TERRORIST in the neighborhood.
Until said (very tiny) terrorist walked down the street. He didn’t know it was a type of dog, or how it was actually spelled
You left out the Datsun, Rockwilder, Malomar, Basket Hound, Walter Spangle, Bitchin Freezie, Howitzer, Sheba Emu, Cha Cha, Papilloma, Tarnation, Mustapha, Suzuki, Whiner Rhymer and Doug de Boudoir.
AH, Doug de Boudoir. Those were the days… I wonder where Doug is now.
It’s almost like DDoD was prescient in mentioning the Datsun…
Not the chawa? You’ve even got a lovely visual at the top-right of the page! :-p
Bleh. I never understood the people who can stomach peranise cookies. Granted, I’m not a huge fan of perliquorice flavor, so I never was going to be able to like the cookies.
Even so, I can only imagine how awful peranise dogs must taste.
I’m more of a fan of Bull Tarragons. They go nicely with chicken.
I don’t like big dogs, a Chimichihuahua is more my speed.
With red sauce!
MMM.. mmm… That’s good eatin’ right there!
I spent the weekend with a nice Saint Bernaise.
Is it a Star Peranise? I’ve always wanted a dog that tastes like licorice.
But then you can’t put sauerkraut on it.. blech.
No, for that you need a wiener dog. Or a wienermaraner.
(S/N — my computer wants to turn “wienermaraner” into “wiener mariner.” I am now officially in love with autocorrect. Have a wiener mariner day!)
It’s the Oscar Meyer Weinermobile turned amphibious landing craft. Which, actually, would be fairly bitchin’.
Wiener mariner… this guy right? (worksafe image)
My Noirish friend, now I will have nightmares for these three reasons:
1) I’m scared of mice. Even lovely white cartoon mice with parasols. Especially when they come bearing . .
2) . . a Giant angry fish lizard . . .
3). . . . demanding processed meat.
It’s a vegan mushophobic perfect storm.
It’s from Mystery Science Theater’s Horror of Party Beach which isn’t scary at all. Unless you are scared of bad dancing. The fish monster was designed in a way that he looked like he constantly had a mouthful of hotdogs.
Well, which one? One of the puppies? The mother? The (unknown) father?
No I don’t!
All we can see is your head. You might have a fluffy striped tail
Huh? I didn’t punch Ralph out of the box this morning? How did that happen? And who should have been in the box instead? For the answers to these and other questions you really aren’t interested in hearing the ansswers to *inhale* Tune in this evening, cause I gotta go back to work. 8/
Llama Derp and ghostie, you may not have realized you were in the box ALL DAY! Of course, we are about a month away from Solstice, so the days are much shorter. Ahem. Punchity Punch Punch!
Good Morning, Doug Whisperer!