I’m usually not into small pups, but Rambo, a nine-month old Yorkie, has completely stolen my heart! After being left behind at a motorway rest stop for TWO WHOLE DAYS, Rambo’s owner, Michael Siau, finally found him waiting patiently for Siau’s return. Rambo was left at a stop in Hannibal, Missouri after Siau had gotten out of his truck to stretch is legs, unaware that Rambo was following behind him. One-hundred-seventy miles from the rest stop, Siau looked in the back seat and realized his little pooch was nowhere to be seen.
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We were skeptical about the “Call Me, Maybe” dating cards that surfaced last week, but here’s a variation on the trend that we can totally get behind: “Adopt Me, Maybe” cards for shelter pets. So freakin’ cute. [Buzzfeed]
It took months of begging, pleading, bribing, and promises to convince my parents to get me my first guinea pig. We lived on a 38-acre farm with dogs, cats, and chickens, but I yearned for a pet of my very own, a pet who would entertain me and understand me, a pet who would impress my friends and make me popular at school. A guinea pig seemed like the obvious choice. When my mom finally drove my brother and I to the pet store a couple towns over, I chose a white-haired girl and named her Snowflake. My brother chose a black-haired boy. He named him Blackie.
When we got home, we carefully placed our pets in their new cage and they started squeaking excitedly. Suddenly my dad appeared in the doorway, eyes locked on the two fur balls. “Look, Dad!” we said. “This is Snowflake, and this is…”
“Guinea pigs,” he muttered. “I hate guinea pigs.” And then, like a bad omen in a horror movie, he disappeared.
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“How about the Belmont at 8? It’ll be you, me, and Lulu,” he said.
“Lulu, my dog? The Belmont has outdoor seating, so I thought it’d be fun to bring her along.”
That bitch, I thought, but agreed to the plan nonetheless. Keep reading »
I happen to think kuh-razy Karl Lagerfeld is the tops, most especially in a mankini, but for those who don’t find his mercurial behavior quite as charming, here’s something that’s basically impossible not to get all mushy about: this morning, Karl (or his publicist) tweeted this photo of his adorable kitten, Choupette, playing on an iPad. Predictably, it is to die for. [Fashionista]
Have you ever come across a gorgeous man’s profile picture who seems to have everything you’ve ever wanted in life — except he has a cat? How about that handsome, mysterious James Bond type who claims the hobbies of cliff-diving and extreme snowboarding excites him? Crap … he’s into exotic snakes. In the online dating world, these mini-factoids may fall into a category called dealbreakers.
Because dealbreakers are exactly that, the question comes into play, “Where do pets fit into your dating profile?” Most of the traditional sites have a spot where you can share your animal likes and dislikes, and these usually allow free-form writing. However tempting it may be to share the poem you recently wrote honoring Fluffy, my best advice is to keep this to a simple list. Read more…