I’m not going to mention the GTer who sent me this, as I don’t want to doxx anyone. And I don’t want to pressure ANYONE to donate funds. But if this post gets spread around the Kinja universe, I figure it can only help in the efforts to locate him. He’s been missing since Sept. 3rd, and I cannot even imagine how his…
Hiya GT! Here in the south we’re thinking about local fairs, bonfire season, hurricanes, and cuddling up with our Fur Faces as the temperature drops. Note: If you’re anywhere near Hurricane Matthew, please be safe and let us know that you’re safe.
Y’all, I know a bunch of you have kids and “back to school” is just awesome for you, and I’m really glad for you,but OMG. As a teacher?! This is such an insane time of year. So I clearly need me the fur faces something bad.
As a teacher, “back-to-school” means I have to leave my fur babies behind each morning, and they mourn the glorious days of “Summer Mommy” when we take long walks and they can sleep on me most of the day. So there’s something extra sweet about fur faces when you’re suddenly missing your own a bit more than usual.
Summer is making me derpy as all get-out, y’all. The heat, the weirdness of summer classes, plus a new trend of students bursting into my classroom in search of a Pokemon which apparently can only be accessed next to my blackboard. So I figured we’d celebrate the derp with Fur Faces!
I asked my students this today in class and I was shocked when all of them derided the new game — they’re all in their mid-twenties! Yet at the other school I teach at, the kids are running all over the place collecting imaginary monsters (this is the gist of the game, right?), including my classroom.
Raise your paws if you are ready for the weekend, GT!
The second season just came out on Netflix.
Wow! You guys gave Mrs.Finch a supremely fuzzy welcome last week! As usual, I’m reminded of how wonderful and how difficult it is to be on the Snout Selection committee.
I’m not sure if anyone on GT has covered this yet, but the crazed hospital volunteer who went nuts on a guy and his small children has to appear in court on May 3. To which I simply say: Good.
Spring has finally SPRUNG in the Carolinas, GT, though now we have a ridiculous and bigoted bathroom bill to fight. And it’s crap like that which makes Fur Face Friday all the more necessary! Less bathrooms, more BOOPing of noses!
Are you as pissed at NC as I am over the hateful “bathroom bill” (HB2)? Do you like beer?! Now you can donate to an NC brewery who is donating all funds to overturn HB2.
Or any ol’ kind of bonnets, really. We here at Fur Face Friday don’t much care what you might be celebrating this weekend so long as your pets are involved and you take pictures that you can share with us! That said, happy bunny day to any GTers of the Easter persuasion!
In the spirit of weird winter weather (seriously, Winter, go home. You’re drunk and my sinus cavities are no longer speaking to me), I thought I’d feature some of our Fur Faces also getting their weird on!
Valentine’s Day is a lot of things, but one thing we can agree on is that ANY day is made better with fur faces! If you have any pics of your fur faces being lovey-dovey, here’s the spot to post them!
The weather outside is pretty frightful, GT, for those of us in the NE/Mid-Atlantic of the US. My two fur faces are firmly snuggled up back in bed and refusing to budge, probably because that’s a decision we should all make on proper snow days. What are you and your fur babies up to today?
Happy New Year, GTers!! I hope you’re all going healthy and happy into 2016, and I hope everyone is miraculously free of any hang-overs. And I hope all your Fur Faces will have a frisky, frolicky new year by your sides.
The cute could not come too soon this week, GT. My entire family arrived for Thanksgiving then promptly came down with what we’ve dubbed the Turkey Facial Leaks. But we’re finally on the mend, and I’ve been looking forward to FFF with real fervor!
Mr. MacNasty has the hiccups and our Lola-dog has apparently never heard of such a thing. She is now growling at him every time he hiccups, like the Dowager rumbling over “WHAT is a week-end?”