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.
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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…