[Note from Jim: Dave set this up during my out of town experience and it is still open for anybody who wishes to participate. I'm topping it to get it in view again. Hurry and submit a caption as time is running out.]
My name is Dave, a local viewer and frequent commenter on SBD. I'm one of those gracious few having been knighted by Jim for the purpose of totally polluting his blog in his absence. I don't know why, other than my occasionally inspirational writings served me well on my application, which I filled out only just because it was there to fill out!
For lack of anything more creative at the moment, I submit a picture in need of a caption:
Usual rules and points awards for captions apply. This contest will be open at least until Jim gets back, in which case I may let him judge and award as he sees fit.
Now I hope that the blasted thing comes out OK and I don't end up nuking the blog...
I'm knpepper's mother-in-law. How did she get my picture in here? Ruff. Ruff.
This was one shot that Harper the dog did not want to show up on the internet, much less in his PlayGirl layout.
This was one shot that Harper the dog did not want to show up on the internet, much less in his PlayDog layout.
Former President Clinton has hired a new intern and her O-Face leaves a lot to be desired.
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Poor FiFi loved to play fetch. Unfortunately, her favorite toy took a bad bounce and wound up in the fireplace.
Lookin' this good ain't easy baby.
Fido was distraught that his segment on American Idol's Worst Audition episode was cut due to time constraints and FCC concerns.
I'll take another stab at it... My first one was pretty lame anyway.
Autopsy Photo Exhibit A: Dog had apparently been playing "fetch" with dynamite.
Mines plain and simple...
"Fuck You"
That was the only thing that came to mind when I say the picture.
"I feel pretty. Oh so pretty." *singing* of course.
"Do you think my teeth whitening treatments are working?"
I like to feed the dog those really sour candies...