Aaron Paul is best known for his acting, most notably as Jesse Pinkman on “Breaking Bad,” but he has other talents. On last night’s “Jimmy Kimmel Live,” the actor (who’s giving me a beard boner) demonstrated his innate, God-given ability to correctly guess the gender of a dog simply by petting it. While I’m impressed, I won’t be truly blown away until Aaron lays his hands upon my dog Lucca. Keep reading »
The first few months that I had my dog Lucca were rough. I adored her, make no mistake, but training a two-month-old puppy is no joke. I would set my alarm for the middle of the night so I could walk her, as her tiny bladder wasn’t yet prepared to hold it all night. And while I was crate-training her (a fantastic method, by the way), she had more than a few bathroom accidents indoors. One time she peed on my bed three times in one day, always after I had washed the sheets from the previous accident. The impact on my social life took some getting used to as well; she needed to be walked right after work, which meant I had to skip happy hour regularly, and I couldn’t stay out late much those first few months either. But you know what? She grew up and became better trained and, most of all, I adapted. It really wasn’t a big deal. Very quickly I realized I couldn’t imagine my life before her or without her. She’s my baby.
Of course, she’s not a real baby. I want one of those very, very badly and am hoping to have a child of my own in the next few years, either with a partner or “Murphy Brown”-style. Regardless of how it happens, the child I have will be joining a family unit that includes Lucca. I’ve written about how it’s hard to imagine loving any creature as much as I love Lucca, but I also inherently understand the love for my child will be “bigger” or at the very least different. But I do not expect my love for Lucca to lessen. And I know I won’t ever reach the point of not loving her, despite what Allison Benedikt, a dog owner and mom of three, writes in her Slate essay advising future parents to never get a dog. Keep reading »
A few weeks ago, I asked readers to submit questions they had for me about what it’s like being a single dog owner. This is the first video in a series in which I, with Lucca by my side, answer some of those questions. (If I didn’t get to yours, don’t worry, I will!) To begin, I explain how I handle having sleepovers with dudes, how I manage to have a social life while still giving Lucca the attention and care she needs, what I would do if a guy said he wanted to have kids with me but was worried about having a dog around a baby, and who Lucca will go to in the (hopefully unlikely) event of my sudden passing. (Morbid, but important!) I hope you enjoy because Lucca and I lovvvvved making this video!
In the comments of “What Are We Wearing?” yesterday, longtime Frisky reader applescruffs said she would be interested in seeing me write something about “dating with a dog,” since I’m single and have a dog, Lucca. Reader camille905 also said she would be interested in the topic and had some additional questions: Does Lucca sleep in my bed? How do sexytime partners handle it? What if someone I was dating didn’t like Lucca? Etcetera. As I originally adopted with someone (my ex) and then got full custody when we split, being a solo pet owner took some getting used to — and I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the entire universe. I am psyched to write about the topic but want to make sure I cover all the bases — are their any questions you’d like me to answer? By all means, ASK ME ANYTHING either in the comments of this post or via email at firstname.lastname@example.org and I promise to touch upon it in my piece, which will be fact-checked by Lucca, of course.
It’s every girls worst nightmare that she’ll grow old with seventy cats and no husband. While it’s completely reasonable to want to avoid this feline fate, the opposite is true of dogs. Having recently adopted a puppy, I’ve found reason to believe that having a furry friend is better than having a boyfriend. They may be mans best friend, but dogs are woman’s best wingman. Keep reading »
Dear Frisky Readers,
As I’m sure you’ve noticed, The Frisky has been down all morning. I’ve noticed because my mom has been yelling at her computer for the last three hours. It is really getting in the way of my nap. Anyway, The Frisky was down for so long due to problems with Amazon’s EC2 cloud service — that’s where The Frisky is currently hosted. I know, I don’t really get it either, but needless to say, what a pain in the ass. You can read more about it here. In any case, we’re now, clearly, back up and running — we’ve found a temporary solution until Amazon gets its shizz together — which is great news for me, because I can go back to bed. Thanks a bunch for your patience!
Lucca (and the rest of The Frisky staff) Keep reading »