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 »
Swiss photographer Sebastian Magnani was struck by the way some pet owners managed to look like their pets, and vice versa. Are we drawn to animals that in some way resemble or reflect our inner and outer lives (and if so, what does Colonel Mustard say about me?). Magnani did some swift Photoshopping and created this portrait series, titled Underdogs, which explores the hidden connections between people and the pets we choose. Keep reading »
My neighbors have an 8-week-old pug puppy that is perhaps the cutest creature who has ever graced this Earth. Right now its head is a bit too big for its body, so as it toddles around the yard it usually tips over, and then just starts chewing on whatever is in the immediate vicinity of where its mouth landed. Oh, and its name is BELUSHI. Seriously, I can’t even handle how cute this dog is. Whenever I see it come out in the yard I just stare at it moaning like Tina from “Bob’s Burgers” until my boyfriend is like, “Seriously, you have to stop doing that.” I wouldn’t be surprised if this dog takes out a restraining order against me at some point.
My love for Belushi made me want to write something pug-related, and I was reading up about these little dogs I thought, Hey, why not a list of fun pug facts?! Because sometimes I like to pretend I write for Highlights magazine instead of The Frisky. Ready for a pug fact party? Here we go! Keep reading »
Katrina Bowden tied the knot with musician Ben Jorgensen over the weekend, but that didn’t exempt her from getting right back on dog-walking duty in NYC yesterday. Granted, Katrina looks none too pleased to be carrying her spoiled pup around in her arms, but to the rest of us … that shit is cute. Look at that fluffball! So adorable. [Photo: Fame/Flynet]
Dear Tori Spelling,
I try to ignore it whenever I see gossip stories about you. Why? Because you’re doin’ you and I’m doin’ me and what you do when you’re doin’ you is none of my biz. Usually this arrangement works just fine for you and me. But then yesterday, I got curious and watched a Vine video you posted on Twitter titled “This is how we sleep.”
It was a clever caption. It would engage even the most disinterested web surfer such as myself. I wish I never clicked on it. It made me feel deeply uncomfie, first and foremost, because I don’t want to see your husband naked in bed making sexy eyes at you. Ick. Weird. Then it pans to your sleeping dog and kids. Ok. Whatever. A lot of peeps sleep with their dogs and kids. I’m not judging.
The thing that made me regret watching your vid was the FUCKING CHICKEN IN YOUR BED. Tori, No. I know that you’ve been a celebrity your whole life, and you grew up with a warped sense of reality, but you must know that having a chicken in your bed is FUCKING GROSS. Keep reading »