Hey, it’s Pie Day, now that’s my day, ’cause I loves myself some pie
Can I name a pie that’s cute enough to show here? Well, I’ll try
I could grapple with an apple pie; it’s sturdy, classic stuff
And cherry is so very good, but not quite good enough
There’s key lime, which is sublime; it’s a staple in the south
Or empanadas, knishes, quiche, most welcome in my mouth
But all these pies lack something; this blog they will not suit
This is Cutetropolis, after all — we need a pie that’s cute
Which leads me to a great idea, so kindly feast your eyes
On the kind of pies we love the best: a big pile of pup-pies!
They remind me of a stack of Lincoln Logs.
Lincoln dogs
😀
No, no…PIE, not PILE. But I guess it’s a pretty cute typo, so I won’t complain. I’m nice like that. And also ded from the cyoot. ?
They are the same color as pastry dough, so it works for me.
They look like loaves.
The heat’s not working in my apartment today. What I wouldn’t give to be under that pile right now…
ACK – BENVOLIO, that’s terrible – yes you do need a pile o’ pup – PIES!!! Mike you are a ‘nana – high praise, by the way.
I think these guys need a little car placed over them and then they can come out one at a time and people will marvel that SO many pups had occupied such a little vehicle.
The heat is back on now! And yet… And yet, I still wanna be snuggled under a pup-pile. I’d also settle for a catwich.
Waiter – I’ve found a hair in my pie. Can I please have some more?
I’ve been catsitting for too long…I took my lunch out this afternoon and there was a cat hair stuck to the lid.
(On a side note, I keep getting a blank white screen when I try to load the page in Chrome; posting this from IE and it seems to be working fine. Not sure if just me…)
You’ve probably already eaten more cat hair than you want to think about!
I’m using Chrome and having no problems.
They’re gonna need a bigger bed…
That was such an epic poem, NOMTOM!!!! Also – I really needed a pupPIE tonight. My fridge is on the fritz and I’ve lost a bunch of food including what I was planning for dinner. I’m having a sit-down-cute-break as I repeat the mantra “I can cope with this, too. I can, I can, I can….”.