How does a community move on from a tragedy as earth-shattering as the Newtown, Connecticut, shooting? There’s no easy answer, but a team of comfort animals is making their way from Chicago to the small suburban town to help calm and comfort survivors. Lutheran Church Charities sent around 10 dogs on an 800-mile journey to provide paws to hold onto.
“Dogs are non-judgmental. They are loving. They are accepting of anyone,” said Tim Hetzner, who runs the program. “It creates the atmosphere for people to share.” Keep reading »
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A Pomsky is an irresistible blend of a tiny Pomeranian and a big, beautiful Husky pup. I don’t want to think of the mating implications of that, because it sounds rather painful, but I love the mini-Husky result. This guy is perfectly pocket sized!
On the fourth day of Catsmas, my true love gave to me …
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There are “cat” people and “dog” people, but what if there were actually cat people and dog people — people whose behavior mirrored that of our furry friends? Things would get weiiiiird. Hilariously weird. [YouTube]
“My girl is very sensitive and I find it very offensive when these rough strays start sniffing around her,” says Chi Sun, a Taiwanese dog owner who is thrilled about doggiepants, the undies that protect a pooch’s purity.
Canine fashion designer Zhang Daxing invented chastity pants for dogs so owners would no longer have to worry about their bitches, especially the girls of a certain pedigree who don’t mix with riff raff if ya know what I mean, getting knocked up during walks. “It is very upsetting for owners to find their dogs being attacked in the streets. These pants now make it impossible for them to be assaulted,” Daxing explained. Keep reading »
A week out from Hurricane Sandy, the East Coast has been hit by a new storm — a snowy, slushy Nor’easter. Dear Mayan Prophecy, we get it! We get it! It’s with that in mind that I think all of us over in these here parts (and heck, just about everyone) would benefit frm adding a little yoga into their routines. No, not people yoga — personally, I find people yoga to be insanely boring — but pups doing the famous stretch for which a yoga move was named. So commencing henceforth: an assortment of dogs doing downward dog stretches!
“I do worry about you,” wrote my mom, upon watching the first “Ask A Single Dog Owner” video a couple weeks ago. “I think you should really think about getting another dog as Lucca gets older.” Lucca is my 6-year-old dog, who I’ve had since she was eight weeks old. My mom’s concern, her urge to get another dog — which she has vocalized more than a few times — stems from the joke I made in the video (and more than a few times off camera) that my dog and I have a double suicide pact. If something happens to one of us, the other will end things too. It’s a joke, of course, but like many jokes, it’s couched in a serious truth that my mom is naturally attuned to — I truly do not know how I would live life without my dog.
Given that she is six (six-and-a-half actually), and, gulp, if I am lucky will live another 10-12 years (I think she’s part Chihuahua! They live a long time!), living without her is something I am going to eventually have to deal with.
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“I was so surprised [by the ending of 'Marley & Me'] that I was devastated. It was awful. I never want to see it again. I can’t take it. I hate people but I love dogs.”
― You and me both, Robert Pattinson, you and me both. It’s quotes like these that reinforce the ever-humiliating, seriously out-of-character notion that, for all my love of alterna-boys, old Sparkles kinda does it for me. Sure, his hair could use a really good scrubbing, but he’s so very charming in interviews, and I love that he’s clearly in favor of rocking bizarrely patterned (and, duh, awesome) shirts on the red carpet during Very Serious “Twilight” Times. I’m calling it now: Kristen Stewart will be wearing this one to the airport in, like, two weeks. Tops. [Celebitchy]