Judging and...Bowling

Yesterday we got to start the long-awaiting judging process. First, let me say that you crack us up. You and your pets. You are a silly group of animals.

Second, here's how the day went down: We all met in a room lovingly dubbed "the bowling alley," because it is long, concrete has no windows...and as such has some serious (as yet unrealized) bowling potential. (By the by, our tiny, secret room from the first competition was way too small to handle the gazillion goofy submissions you sent us.) (You made us move. Thanks a lot.)

Visions of bowling aside, however, we rounded up a fine panel of judges to do some judging and they spent a long day of seeing-what-you-sent. I think it is safe to say that they went home dog-tired (sorry), but very happy. They laughed, they discussed, they even purred a little. (They told me not to tell you that.)

There are many, many more submissions yet to review (again, thanks for your enthusiasm - wow). And there are still quite a few days left to submit your ideas (don't hold out on Squeaker, he's depending on you to make him a star).

P.S. Go, Squeaker, go!