They’re cute, lovable and always happy to see you. But they’re also expensive, moody, and chew all your stuff. No, not grandma! I’m talking about your dog, the most overrated pet of all time (sea monkeys come in a close second.) Sure, they make great life partners for the lonely and are perfect conversation starters for curb-side flirtation. But, honestly, how far can a relationship go when it began over a stream of steaming pet pee? Dogs do nothing but take, take, take. What do they give? Besides fleas, slobber and heartbreaking puppy dog eyes? Nothing. This is a list of 10 reasons you should leave that charming pooch at the pound where it belongs. Deal with it, PETA. Read more…
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My pup Lucca presents herself as fearless, telling dogs twice her size who’s boss, but the one thing that sends her cowering in fear is thunder and lightening. A summer storm — and we’ve had a few of them so far — sends her into a panic, seeking shelter under the bed, in my bathtub, or behind the row of maxi dresses in my closet. It’s so sad! But a friend recently suggested that I buy the Thundershirt, a, well, garment you put on your dog when its spooked by thunder, fireworks, or any other situation that stresses it out. The Thundershirt purports to use “gentle pressure” that calms your dog down. In fact, the sort was developed thanks to the research of experts like Dr. Temple Grandin, who made her own “squeeze machine” to help calm the anxiety she felt as a result of her autism. (More about Temple’s work here — she is one of my heroes.) A number of friends have used the Thundershirt on their dogs with excellent results, so I can’t wait to try it on Lucca. [$39.95, Thundershirt]
Sure, dogs are adorable and everything. But just because you think they’re cute doesn’t mean you want to date them. And unless you’re an avid dog lover to begin with, those sweet, floppy ears won’t seem so sweet when you have to bring a pooper scooper on your romantic outings and you find yourself covered in fur at Monday morning meetings. Here’s why you should put your dog park daydreaming to rest… Keep reading »
A lot of celebs say that they love their dogs, but Amanda Seyfried really loves her mutt Finn — as in, more paparazzi shots exist of Amanda with Finn than without him. Last year, she even told OK! that she didn’t have time for dating because she just wanted to spend time with her dog, which I think is totally respectable, no? To be honest, I one-hundred-percent understand why Finn is the only man in her life: he is so handsome. Look at that lustrous coat! [Photo: FameFlynet]
My life isn’t condusive right now to owning a pet. But knitting a pet? That’s a different story. It might not be too hard even though I haven’t picked up my knitting needles in years. Knit Your Own Dog: Easy To Follow Patterns For 25 Pedigree Pooches by Sally Muir and Joanna Osborne will teach you how to knit a pug, hound, terrier, or other doggie — and the good news is there are projects for every skill set. [$14.99, Mod Cloth]
This is, in most part, a response to Brian Donovan, the man who made confessions about being a male cat owner over at Thought Catalog. Let me start by saying, Brian, you sound like an incredibly kind and thoughtful guy. I’m glad you had the courage to come out of the closet as a male cat owner. I respect you and your honesty. But I must unburden myself.
I am one of the girls you speak of, the kind who cocks her head sideways and looks at you as if you’ve just revealed that you were a fat kid (so was I!) when you tell me you have a cat. You’re right, I do see male cat ownership as a “preexisting condition.” One not conducive to me dating you. But not exactly for the reasons you’re thinking. I don’t find you creepy or feminine (or, I’m sure I wouldn’t if we met in person). There’s absolutely nothing wrong with you whatsoever. It’s not you, it’s ME.
My friends seem to find my dislike of cats humorous. They joke that I will end up marrying a man with tons of cats and proudly scoop litter for all eternity. Let the record stand: That will never happen. Here. We. Go. Deep breath. The reasons why I am thoroughly incompatible with male cat owners … Keep reading »
Okay, Internet. Everyone else can stop now. It’s time to go home. I have found the number one most f**ked up and depraved thing on the web: a clip from the first-ever Humpy Awards, a competition in Georgia where dogs and their owners compete in humping. Yes, you read that least sentence correctly. Keep reading »
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.
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.