Jesse was too attention-starved. Brendan was too spacey. Darrick was too needy, not to mention a big-time conservative. But for the first few years of my relationship with Chuck, he didn’t seem to have a fatal flaw. Sure, he was allergic to cats, but that hardly seemed like a dealbreaker. It wasn’t until the three-and-a-half year mark that my usual relationship doubts kicked in. Was he too pessimistic for me? Too introverted? Too stuck in his own ways?
When we broke up a few months later, there was no big flame-out or slamming of doors—just the mutual acknowledgment that we were no longer right for each other. Still, I was devastated. After 48 hours of eating the proverbial Haagen-Dazs, I found myself walking the 13 blocks to the ASPCA Adoption Center on New York’s Upper East Side. For the past four years, Chuck’s allergies had barred me from getting a cat. Now I was ready to adopt one—the longer the hair, the better. Keep reading »
As I’ve already mentioned, my dog Lucca got herself a nasty case of abscessed anal glands the other week, which resulted in her getting them drained surgically. She had to take these big ol’ horse pills twice a day for a week and rather than chasing her around the apartment, dropping the pill down her throat and holding her snout closed until she swallowed, she ate them happily. How? I hid one in a big ol’ ball of peanut butter. Cream cheese works too. Keep reading »
Painter Valerie Leonard is the Annie Leibovitz of pet portraits—without the mounting debt and camera, that is. Valerie’s “process” is an insanely involved one: She devotes days to each portrait, studies images of a particular animal, researches traits and characteristics of specific breeds. Then, she researches classic artists for the most fitting painting, using the client’s direction as a guide. And once chosen, she merges the animal image with the human form. In the final product, the animal features and background are often cobbled together from a composite of different images. Wondering what that looks like? Check out the dogs above, and a bunch more of her images, after the jump!
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These adorable little micro-piglets are bred to stay as tiny as possible for their entire lives. They are the newest pet of choice in England because they’re insanely cute, very affectionate, and as low-maintenance as cats. I want 20 of them. In my one-bedroom apartment. And no, I won’t name them all
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There are special people out there in America who want to fill a parental void but don’t actually want any children. Instead of adopting a traditional pet like a dog, cat, or goldfish, these people spend as much as $5,000 to adopt a monkey, often a capuchin monkey that can grow up to 22 inches and 9 pounds. The monkeys are basically toddlers that will never grow up. An estimated 15,000 monkeys live as surrogate children within American families. TLC is currently featuring some of these families on “My Baby Monkey,” which originally aired in Britain. (You can watch videos here.)
Many of the “parents” were empty nesters before adopting their monkeys, or they had experienced troubling childhoods and didn’t want children of their own. Now, these people don’t treat their monkey children, which are sometimes referred to as monkids, like pets. Instead, the monkeys are allowed to eat at the dinner table, wear makeup and designer clothes, have their own decorated bedrooms, and get transported around in baby carriages. Keep reading »
I admit it: I’m about four whiskers shy of being a full-on crazy cat lady. I have two cats of my own and would happily adopt more if my poor husband didn’t have mild allergies. I even promised in my wedding vows that I’d never bring home a third kitten, but that doesn’t stop me from cooing at cats I see in apartment windows, on the TV, and in pet carriers on the subway, presumably on their way to the vet. My mother gets me a kitten calendar every Christmas and each month I look forward to flipping the page to a new picture of adorable kitties sleeping in men’s dress shoes or napping in a mini hammock. All this is to say that when I saw this heated cat blanket, a “luxurious silky plush cover” that heats to 102°F, I knew exactly what I was getting my Miles and Simone for Christmas this year! OK, fine, so maybe I’m only one whisker shy of full-on crazy cat lady. [$79.99, Doctors Foster and Smith] [via Outblush] Keep reading »