Colonel Meow is revered among Internet cat obsessives for his perpetually smug scowl, and now he has even more reason to sneer at his adoring public.
Guinness World Records has officially recognized the two-year-old Himalayan-Persian crossbreed as the cat with the longest fur.
In order to get the hair-raising honor, three independent vets each meticulously measured 10 strands of kitty fur and came up with an average length that was submitted to Guinness. Read more at Huffington Post…
Love is a funny thing. It urges us to do things we’d never imagine possible. It is what make us open our hearts to another creature, and this trait doesn’t belong to humans alone. Sometimes animals form unusual bonds that bend our understanding of the wild kingdom. Read more at Your Tango…
Sure, Syria might have released chemical weapons on its own people this week. BUT I WANNA HEAR MORE ABOUT THE WHITE HOUSE’S NEW PUPPY GAAAAAAH! Here’s President Obama in an exclusive interview with CNN, talking about the new puppy Sunny (a Portuguese water dog like their four-year-old dog, Bo) and her accidents around the White House. Don’t worry, Hillary. They’ll be cleaned up by 2016. [Huffington Post]
It’s every man’s worst nightmare to wake up from a nap and find out one of his balls is missing. For an anonymous 39-year-old man in Trumann, Arkansas, it was bloody reality. The man, who is paralyzed from the waist down, fell asleep naked on Monday. When he woke up, his recently adopted “small, white, fluffy” dog was between his thighs with blood on his muzzle and the man felt “burning pain” in his mid-section. The pooch had “eaten one of his testicles,” according to the police report, although it’s not clear why he favored his master’s sweaty balls instead over Beggin’ Strips. Perhaps he was inspired by paco, that species of toothy testicle-eating fish. The doggie has since been euthanized and is being tested for rabies. His owner is lucky he woke when he did before he lost both testes. All the more reasons to vaccinate your pets, folks. [CBS Local] [KAIT8] [Image of bad dog via Shutterstock]
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 »