

When we lay cheek to cheek like this we are basically doubling our guard dog coverage.


When we lay cheek to cheek like this we are basically doubling our guard dog coverage.
Ladies, I am holding out my hand. Do you trust me?
I need you to open Google Maps. Locate your nearest mall. Get in your car. Drive to Yankee Candle.
Past the seasonal pumpkin display, near the back of the store, you will find a trash pile Man Candle section. You will see candles called MMM, Bacon!. Riding Mower. Man Town. (I’m not kidding. Man Town.) Stay strong. Not in this section, but likely very near this section, you will find a candle called Mountain Lodge.
Hold this jar in your hands like a talisman. Close your eyes and picture a man.
I want to be clear: I’m not talking about a Hugh Dancy. Or an Andrew Garfield, a Ben Whishaw, even a Tom Hiddleston. This exercise requires someone in the Chris Evans weight class. The Richard Armitage department. Someone with smile lines around his eyes who could chop the cedar for your bower with his own hands, strangle an alpha wolf, carry you home when you sprain your ankle in the woods, bench press your entire body. Picture this man in your mountain home with a full beard, a slightly grimy white henley, a fond half smile he reserves only for you. Now open the lid and smell Mountain Lodge.
Steady yourself on the man candle display. Give yourself a second. No, you’re not wrong. Yes, the Yankee Candle Company has just eliminated the need for men. This medium tumbler Mountain Lodge candle jar is now your boyfriend. The Yankee Candle Company has effectively replaced the need for contact with the male half of our species with a compact and clean-burning candle in a jar.
“Do you like this one?” the cashier asked, ringing me up. “Every man should be required by law to smell like what this candle smells like,” I replied intensely. “That’ll be $12.01,” she said.
MOUNTAIN LODGE
it literally smells like waking up on a cold night to find a bearded richard armitage adding another quilt to the bed before he gets back in and pulls you snugly against his chest
I’m not fucking around I feel like I should be watching chris hemsworth in flannel and suspenders whittling a delicate masterpiece in front of a fireplace rn
All right, Tumblr, I saw this post a few months ago and immediately realized I had to smell this candle. I have never in my life experienced such a burning need (pun intended) to smell what the Yankee Candle website described as a warm aroma of cedarwood and sage, but what Tumblr described as my new boyfriend.
The trouble is that nearest Yankee Candle Company store was a bit of a trek, and my schedule tended to prohibit this olfactory adventure.
So for the last few weeks, as I’d scroll my Tumblr dash and look at images of attractive manly men, I’d sigh and wistfully think, if only I could engage another sense with this image. If only I could I could truly fathom the ideal fragrance of this man.
And then this happened.
And I knew.
I knew whatever was happening, I needed to get to a Yankee Candle Company. The scent of Mountain Lodge would transport me instantly to this scene. The aroma of this infamous candle could make me live out a self-insertion Avengers fanfic.
So I got in my car, made the drive, and located the Yankee Candle Company. The store was crowded with holiday shoppers. My nose was immediately assaulted by hundreds of warring scents.
I battled through the sea of humanity and the Angel Wings-Merry Marshmallow-Magical Frosted Forest assault, buoyed on by my need to understand what Steve Rogers ripping a log in half with his bare hands smelled like.
I waded toward the back of the store, only to discover the man candle section seems to have been discontinued. What was I going to steady myself on, once I found my scented gateway to hanging out with the Avengers on Hawkeye’s farm? I felt lost, adrift, unable to find my bearings amid Soft Blanket-Fluffy Towels-Home Sweet Home.
And then… rising from the “Fresh” display, there it was.
Mountain Lodge.
It was the moment of truth. What would it be like to smell this infamous candle?
I opened the lid. I took a deep breath.
And I giggled.
Ah yes. This was it. This gentle, pleasantly masculine fragrance, in fact, reduced me to what I’d probably do in the actual presence of Chris Evans: giggle like an idiot.
The smell makes me smile, makes me laugh, makes me gently swoon: all reactions that, indeed, can be elicited by an ideal man. I can barely handle the true power of Mountain Lodge.
Several months have passed since this discovery. I have regaled friends with the saga, and after hearing of it, they, too, felt the burning need to smell the candle. One by one, we have all become Mountain Lodge converts. In times of need, this candle is our refuge. Our group has developed escapist superpowers, infused by the Yankee Candle Company.
THE CANDLE, THE MYTH, THE LEGEND.
MOUNTAIN LODGE.
This is how you do advertisement
we love everything about all of this. We will always be there for you, just light your Mountain Lodge candle and know that our love burns bright for you.
The official Yankee Candle™ tumblr account has recognized the Mountain Lodge mythos. My work on the material plane is finally complete. A being of pure light, I slowly ascend to the aether.
This is the only candle I have ever bought and ever will buy from Yankee Candle Company.
So does it just smell like old spice, or
The San Diego Zoo recently released a photo of a tiny Pygmy Hippo, nestled in straw a day after his birth. The calf was born November 11th and is an important addition to the population of the world’s smallest species of hippo. This is the first surviving Pygmy Hippo birth at the San Diego Zoo in more than a decade.
The tiny youngster, weighing just 12 pounds, 2 ounces (5.5 kg), was born to its mother, Francesca, in the early hours of the morning. Mom and calf are doing well, and they are taking some quiet time in a barn, out of the public eye, until keepers think the youngster is ready to try the larger pool available for swimming in the main exhibit area.
Photo Credit: Ken Bohn / San Diego Zoo
The Pygmy Hippopotamus (Choeropsis liberiensis or Hexaptrotodon liberiensis) is a species from the forests of West Africa. Reclusive and nocturnal, it is one of only two extant species in the Hippopotamidae family (the other being the larger cousin: Hippopotamus amphibious) Like its larger cousin, the Pygmy Hippo is semi-aquatic. It is herbivorous and feeds on ferns, broad-leaf plants, grasses, and fruits.
Gestation for the Pygmy Hippo ranges from 190 to 210 days, and usually results in the birth of a single calf. Common hippos mate and give birth only in water, but the Pygmy Hippo will mate and give birth on land or water. Young Pygmy Hippos can swim almost immediately after birth. They are fully weaned between six and eight months of age.
The Pygmy Hippo is classified as “Endangered” on the IUCN Red List of Threatened Species. There were estimated to be about 2,000 left in the world a decade ago, when the last population survey was done. Since then, political unrest, habitat destruction and wildlife trafficking in their native habitats are likely to have reduced the wild population to critically low numbers.
A tiny baby Pygmy Hippo has been born at the Bristol Zoo Gardens in the UK. The youngster is three weeks old and joins parents Sirana and Nato in the Zoo’s Hippo House.
Photo Credits: Bristol Zoo Gardens
The calf, which is yet to be sexed, currently spends time exploring the exhibit and using the heated pool. To enable Nato and Sirana time to settle into their parenting duties, the hippos had remained off-exhibit, but the family can now be seen for brief periods of time at the Hippo House.
Lynsey Bugg, Bristol Zoo’s Assistant Curator of Mammals said, “The calf is looking very strong and it certainly feeds well. Like any youngster, it wants to be close to Mum at all times and is often seen by her side. It spends short periods of time in the water but is not quite as good at swimming as its parents, so we often see Mum, Sirana, guiding her little one back into the shallow water. Young hippos tire easily.”
The Pygmy Hippopotamus (Choeropsis liberiensis or Hexaprotodon liberiensis) is threatened in the wild. In Liberia, destruction of forests surrounding the Sapo National Park by logging companies is damaging one of the few remaining strongholds for the Pygmy Hippo. Bristol Zoo Gardens is part of an international captive breeding programme for the Pygmy Hippo.
Lynsey continued, “The European programme is a well-established and very successful programme and our male, Nato, is a genetically important animal; by default, so will be his offspring.”
In the wild, females usually breed once every two years. A single youngster is born, after a gestation period of about six months. The baby weighs between four and six kilos (8 to 13 lbs.) and is unable to walk very far at first. Its mother conceals it in thick cover, visiting it to feed it. After three months it is able to feed on vegetation.
Pygmy Hippos are, as the name suggests, much smaller than the Common Hippopotamus (Hippopotamus amphibious), with proportionally longer legs, a smaller head, less prominent eyes and ears more towards the side of the head. The Pygmy Hippo's nose and ears can be closed underwater, an adaptation to aquatic life.
The Pygmy Hippo is classified as “Endangered” on the IUCN Red List of Threatened Species. There were estimated to be about 2,000 left in the world a decade ago, when the last population survey was done. Since then, political unrest, habitat destruction and wildlife trafficking in their native habitats are likely to have reduced the wild population to critically low numbers.

I don’t know that you’ll see Tiny Fruit Bat Puppehs swooping overhead where you are tonight- but if you do, be sure to give ’em a snorgle. (We see they are partial to booberries and watermelon.)

(The Giz c/o Jess L.)
Don’t forget to set the clocks back one hour tonight! (Image via Shutterstock.)
How about a REALLY BIG NOSE photo? We’re happy to oblige, c/o Tracy G., who sent us this very nice email: “This is Kate! I was hoping this photo I took of her would make the cut for Nosevember. Cute Overload is BY FAR my favorite website! I’m on there several times a day! You guys are (slightly higher pitched voice) awesome!”
Leahgatesthe HOPS
You really can’t tell, can you? (BTW, their names ARE Zig and Zag.)
(Arbroath.)
Leahgatesliterally me
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And Olivia The Ratty has NO problem with that! This fine photo is by ArtBrom as seen on Flickr.
PWG’s rocking a Primo Example of one of our newer Rules: “If you’re flyin’ with one flap up, that’s cute.” “He’s not mine, but my heart is about to burst through my chest wall at the cute. My God LOOK AT THAT FACE.” -Lori B.

Leahgatestiny snorfs
freckle nose
wobble paws
classic smooth seventies folk sountrack
yup, we're done here
We rarely never get any VIDEO submissions for Nosevember, so we hafta go out and search for just the right video.
Found it.
Here we have Yeol The Owl, going sightseeing on the bus. Sure, of course he is.
Manny The Frenchy Lion King OBVY has SOMETHING on his mind. Manny, how can we help you? Your wish is our command. (Speakers UP, natch.)
Leahgatesgetting caught up on Nosevember
Nosevember is well underway and we’ve had quite a showing of impressive Snoots so far. (Got some Snoots we need to see? Here you go!) Sarah M. tells us about our latest post: “Hello, I hope you will graciously consider our little Miah for Nosevember. She has a most impressive schnozz, typical of a pointy-face (aka Whippet).”

“She’s very fond of poking said hooter where it doesn’t belong!”

Leahgatesrippin’ farts
and
breakin’ hearts
Not here! No chance! This is Rootbeer The Frenchie celebrating his Second Birthday, still “Rippin’ farts and breakin’ hearts” according to his personal Instagram. He’s also celebratin’ Birthday #2! “Last year you guys posted photos of Rootbeer’s 1st birthday. Well Monday he turned 2 and he’s as cute as ever!” -Brittany E.

If you have a tiny mouth, you’re most likely pretty cute. Check out tiny McMoufersons here. He could prolly fit one of your earlobes in there. Know what I’m sayin’, Janet T.?
[Throwback Thursday Original Posting™. -Ed.]
Leahgatesthe SOUNDS
Norb’s hoomin is about to hand him a treat. Wonder what Norbert does NEXT? (Hint: the treat doesn’t last long.)
Leahgatesthe most vermont thing ever to happen???
Retired ortho surgeon and Vermont kayaker David Bahnson loves his Goldies. He loves ’em so much, when he ordered his kayak, he went to work and customized a spot for each of his Goldies, Susie & Ginger. Those two doggehs have since passed away :( but he has new pals that he is training so they can go along for the ride! Get more of the story on Laughing Squid.

OK, let’s get MATCHINGKS out of the way right up front- this photo begs for it. Now then, more importantly- RULE OF CUTENESS #7: “A thing, accompanied by a smaller version of that thing, is always cute.”
“Here’s just one of a series of staggeringly cute pix of a mama and bebeh capybara, newly posted on www.zooborns.com,” says Elizabeth W. “Legal disclaimer: These are not my pix. Or, sadly, my Capybaras. But I think they exemplify the Rule of Cute about having a Mini-Me.” Pix also discovered by Smedley.
“Jagger has a tiny nose but that just means more cute per square inch.” -Sara F.
Q: What could be better late on a Sunday than some Long Eared Jerboa Ear Flappage Action? A: Not much. (Reddit/Imgur.)
Leahgates70% potato
Nopers- we have no idea who is who. Does it matter? Nopers. They’re both amazing.

“Little Garnet and her sister Jade! They are Golden Retriever/English Golden Retriever puppies.”

(“Photographed by Penny.” -From Rusty & Jen.)
Last week, someone cut out the word “Black” from a “Black Lives Matter” sign outside of Rock Spring Congregational church (5010 Little Falls Road).
The church has vowed to replace the sign and now it has a message for the vandal or vandals who defaced it.
The Rev. Dr. Katy Dwyer published the following open letter “to the person(s) who altered our sign” over the weekend, inviting them to join a conversation on racial justice at the church Monday night.
Altering the sign we placed on our lawn by deliberately cutting out the word “Black” from the phrase “Black Lives Matter” was a passionate expression. I can make assumptions about what you might have meant by this. However, I can only speculate. This open letter is an invitation for you to join our sacred conversation.
The conversation we have been having has been challenging, powerful, and vulnerable. Those of us who join in the conversation are not all of one mind. We are all learning and growing together. We agree with one another to speak about our own experience, to practice forgiveness, to respectfully challenge one another, and to assume good intentions.
I want to share with you what I heard through your action, and I welcome you to tell me if I am wrong. I will also share my response to what I think I am hearing. I sense anger in your passionate expression. Cutting out the “Black” in this sign sounds like you are shouting “Lives Matter. ALL Lives Matter!” I am aware that when the American Cancer Society is raising money or creating awareness about cancer, no one shouts “All Diseases Matter!” Perhaps you assume that our congregation does not value all lives. Perhaps you feel threatened in some way by positive attention given to the Black community.
Your action this week felt like a contribution to our conversation, and I want to extend the same commitments to you as I do to our other conversation partners from several races and cultures.
Our year-long sacred conversation on racial justice and our public witness that Black lives matter began from a place of compassion and curiosity. Compassion for the Black lives that are being killed, oppressed, and threatened. Curiosity about what our congregation and community might do to help create a more just and equal future.
We meet again this Monday at 7:30 p.m. The topic is Color-Blindness. Most white people think we have two choices: to be racist or to be colorblind. We will talk about whether there might be a more valuable third option.
I hope you will consider joining us. You will be welcome.
Grace and peace,
Rev. Dr. Kathryn N. Dwyer
Senior Pastor
“This is my Pomapoo, Pickles. Pickles has been on C.O. before, but her Nose is probably her best side, so obviously you should post her here in the illustrious Cute Overload Nosevember Collection.”
Yes. Yes we shall. Thanks be to JDAC.
“This is my foster greyhound Mary. She was comfy on the couch when I took this, even though her foot was kind of in the way of her magnificent schnozzle. I figure it is a bonus seeing her wee toofs.” -Laurie.
“This my chuppy dog Blue. I hope you will consider him for a Nosevember slot on your awesome website! This is his way of telling me that he was very patient while I did the yard work and played with the kitties but it was now his turn for my undivided attention! He has a most expressive face and I just missed the Baroo shot, but he is still very cute and sweet! Thanks!” -Jeannette.
As Nosevember reaches the halfway mark, these three goobers show off their best side. “Noodle, Hester and Vincent chilling on top of their hammock. Hester has a fabulous schnozzle as I am sure you will agree.” -Megan D.