(Just a short one today because I’ve spent all day baking for a school fete and because the internet has already eaten this post twice)
Twitter, as a social communication tool, has its good points and bad ones (to say the least). But as a medium for short form humour, it’s a godsend. There’s just something about the 140-character limit that imposes a discipline of brevity on its finest exponents of humour.
We Rate Dogs (@dog_rates) is a delightful account that does exactly what it says on the tin – people send in photos of their canine companions to get a rating out of ten.
What works so wonderfully about this account is the pitch-perfect combination of joyful internet-fawning for cute animal pictures with glorious sense of the absurd wrapped in a shell of sly naivety.
But while you come for the puppers, you’ll stay for disgruntled rivalries with goats, a guy named Brent, and fans who can’t seem to follow simple rules:
It’s worth joining Twitter to follow We Rate Dogs alone. In fact don’t follow anything else. Just We Rate Dogs and possibly also me (@_Lexifab) – but I can’t promise to be anywhere near as funny or h*ckin’ inspirational, so maybe just go with the dogs.