A toss-up (as in coin) between Spoons and knoodler.
@Spoons scoops up the win.
Here’s the gallery it came from.
A toss-up (as in coin) between Spoons and knoodler.
@Spoons scoops up the win.
Here’s the gallery it came from.
Bowtie! Come back!
Guess it’s time to wrap this one up. And @running_coach is going to take it by default. That’s okay, Coach, I liked your entry anyway—it made me smile, and I was hoping we’d get something like that.
Your turn, @running_coach !
If you’d like, you can take another try at it. It seems the weird and wacky wins out over ordinary images in sparking the imagination.
Who let the dogs eat out?
So many utensils. So few opposable thumbs.
Dining at the Chateau le Woof.
Waiters love this place. When they tell the diners to sit, they sit.
The rare steak for me, too, please.
Anxiously awaiting the cat turd Canapés
How gauche. Guests at a formal dinner party tucking their napkins into their collars. (Clutches pearls)
“When does the poker game start?”
Is the dog front left thinking ‘they could have given me a damn booster seat!’ ?
Jesse was so proud. It was his first time sitting at The Good Boy table.
Although I’m a little disappointed that nobody made a pun involving something like, “Would any of you like to see a whine list?”, I thought they were all great.
But the edge has to go to @Kent_Clark for this one.
It was the “clutches pearls” that cinched it, and nearly caused my monitor to have a coffee shower. Well done, Kent, and it’s your turn.
“When the Catians go rolling along”.
Now that we have standard artillery down pat, we can move on to nuclear weapons.