Category Archives: Dogs

Luck of the Irish

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I was in Pittsburgh today on business, and my plans to fit in a bit of playtime went awry.

I hope Shaun isn’t too disappointed.

Shaun the Leprechaun was sent to me by my friend Sophie. Her class back in Kentucky is studying geography, and sent Shaun and other leprechauns out across the country a la “Up in the Air” to report on what they see, hear and do.

So far Shaun has tagged along with me on a video shoot; riding the subway; walking the dog; and now taking this trip with me to Pittsburgh.

I had planned to take Shaun to the Andy Warhol Museum after my meeting. But then I had to jump on a conference call and there was paperwork and cabs were impossible to get in the rain and…

Time ran out.

Hopefully taking him to meet Jon Stewart next week will ease the blow.

Chewed

When you look at these faces, what do you see?

Some might think trash ready for the garbage bin.

If you have a dog,  you see much loved friends.  Heck, you probably have some pretty similar toys lying around the house.  That one stuffed animal (that’s really not ‘stuffed’ anymore) that your dog prefers over all the new ones you buy.

For my dog Rory, it’s Bear.  I gave Bear to Rory on the day I brought him home almost 13 years ago.  (He was a panda bear with a face and ears back then.) I’ve bought countless new toys over the years, but Rory has always loved Bear more…wanted to play with Bear first.  I just kept stitching him up and shoving in more cotton.

Now he’s more ‘panda ball’ than panda bear.

Arne Svenson and Ron Warren have put together a collection about toys just like Bear — with far superior photography –  in their book ChewedSome great writers have contributed stories, too.

It lets folks with a puppy know what to expect, and gives a nod to the senior dog and his ‘best friend.’

Picture perfect.

Morning mystery

My morning walk in Central Park was something out of a Mary Higgins Clark novel.

Rory and I were taking ‘the long way’ in the direction of the Great Lawn.  That’s when I noticed the two black SUVs with blacked-out windows on the walking path.

An unusual sight, but we kept going.

When we rounded the corner at the Delacorte Theater — home of Shakespeare in the Park — I saw at least 15 police cars, lights flashing, and a helicopter parked on the Great Lawn.  Officers were clustered around the banks of the pond behind the outdoor amphitheater.

I felt like I had been plunged into an episode of Castle.  Nathan Fillion was in town earlier this week to tape Late Show with David Letterman…but sadly, he wasn’t about.

The officers who were there weren’t giving up any information.  A park security officer said they thought someone had drowned, but she was found alive.  But a woman walking in the park a bit earlier in the morning said she saw them remove something from the lake.

News crews were on site, but I couldn’t score any info on their websites.  So, the mystery continues.

Not bad for a morning walk, huh?

Fly away home

Here’s one for the birds.

A couple of weeks ago, I noticed MISSING posters on 81st Street between Columbus Avenue and Central Park.  When I got a closer look, I learned the ‘missing’ in question were a pair of cockatiels.

My first thought was — how did they get out?  Did they escape through an open window that didn’t have a screen?  Or through a door when a delivery was being made?

My second thought was that lost birds would be really hard to find.  It’s not like they have to stay at street level where they can be easily seen.

I felt bad for the owners, too…but I admired their determination to get their birds back.  Then the signs came down, and it kinda slipped my mind.

Yesterday Rory and I stopped to chat with one of the doormen on 81st Street.  A gentlemen I had never met before stopped to pet Rory.  Guess who he was?

The owner of the two cockatiels

Amazingly, both birds were found — 15 blocks from home — by a worker in Central Park who had seen the flyer. They had survived outside for a week, on their own, during Tropical Storm Irene.

I asked the owner how the birds got out.  My theories weren’t even close.  His partner was walking down the street with the birds in a carrier.  They weren’t happy about it, forced the door open and bolted.

I’ll bet home looks a lot better now.

Everybody poops

New York City prides itself on letting celebrities live their lives.

While you do see stars of TV and film out and about, you rarely see paparazzi trailing behind.

So I was particularly amused by this Huffington Post slideshow of stars picking up their dogs’ poop — all West Coast shots, mind you.

Everyone from The Office’s John Krasinski to Catherine Zeta-Jones to Paul Bettany are pictured with their pooch and that familiar blue baggie…’cause your dog doesn’t care what you do for a living as long as you take care of their business.

Personally, I haven’t spied any celebs in NYC picking up after their dogs.  I have had a celebrity spy on me and my dog.

(It’s a favorite story — a ‘greatest hit,’ as my friend Dan would say.)

My dog Rory and I had just stepped outside of my apartment, and — good dog that he is — he was relieving himself in the street.  During this process, I heard a small child’s voice from the sidewalk behind me say,

“Daddy, is that dog gonna bite me?”

A very familiar voice responded drily, “It probably won’t.”  That’s when I turned around and saw Jerry Seinfeld watching me and my dog.

But don’t worry — he didn’t take any pictures.

He’s a New Yorker, after all.

Lucky pup

Four months have passed since the wedding of William and Catherine, credited with breathing new life into Britain’s royal family.

Watch out, newbies — Charles and Camilla are gaining on you.

Sure, you didn’t accept wedding gifts, instead requesting contributions to a list of charities near-and-dear to your hearts.  And Catherine isn’t doing the ladies-in-waiting routine associated with princesses past.

In fact, you’re living quite simply in a rented home in North Wales while William completes his three-year stint with the RAF.  Going to the pub.  Catching a late-night movie.  Even shopping for your own groceries.

Props for living like normal folks.

Not to be outdone, Charles and Camilla recently adopted Beth, a Jack Russell terrier puppy from the Battersea Dogs Home in London.

Now, the royals are long known for being dog lovers.  The Queen Mother is often photographed with her purebred corgis.  So it is exciting to see the future king rescue a puppy instead of going the traditional breeder route.  It sets a great example for everyone.

I can only hope it becomes as trendy — and garners as much attention — as the hats at the royal wedding!

Beantown

I’m having a Boston feel good kinda morning.

Rory Dog and I are in town this week and started revisiting our old haunts today.

Nothing is more fun than watching that 13-year old puppy race into the Public Garden and Boston Commons.  He takes the same paths, checks out the same squirrel trees — even pees on the same spots.

It’s like we never left.

And when we return to the apartment, what film is playing on FX but Fever Pitch, starring Drew Barrymore and Jimmy Fallon.

While not a perfect movie, it is a great Boston sports movie — primarily due to the timing of the Farrelly Brothers’ shoot.  This story of a Boston Red Sox fanatic and his attempts to balance a romantic relationship with his baseball obsession wrapped during the Sox’s unbelievable World Series win.

Talk about a happy ending.

It just kinda fits with this beautiful, Boston day.  It’s a nice place to visit.  And we’re glad to be here.

Tee test

Everyone thinks they have a sense of humor.  But not everyone shares your sense of humor.  If only there was a quick test.

I found it…quite by accident.

It’s a t-shirt.  I bought it from TheOnion.com store.  If I’m wearing it and a person walks by and laughs or smiles, they share my sense of humor.  If they look confused, they don’t.

Simple, huh?

Here it is — my ‘Area Woman’ tee.

If you are already smiling, you a) get it and b) share my sense of humor.

If you are tilting your head wondering WTF, here’s the skinny.

‘Area Woman’ is a play off of ‘Area Man,’ a term used in a lot of police and news reports…as in “An area man was pulled from the river” or “The string of bank robberies has been linked to an area man.”

I think it’s funny.  So do a lot of other people who walk by me when I’m wearing it with Rory in Central Park.

But just as many stare at my shirt with wrinkled brow, then look at me oddly.

These are not my people.

Fowl play

It’s only week two of Project Runway, and Facebook has already been overrun with comments pre-, during and post-show.

I’ve tried to abstain.

But the judges’ decision to give Olivier the win over Anthony Ryan was the first travesty of the new season.  The finger must be pointed.

In the ‘My Pet Project’ Challenge, the designers had to use items found in Petland Discounts to create their garments.  Tim Gunn warned them that the use of ready-made fabrics would be penalized.

Anthony Ryan created his dress completely out of birdseed, fashioning an inspired collar out of larger, darker seeds.  Olivier used existing fabric from a dog bed to fashion the top of his dress, and then finished the skirt with tie-dyed hamster bedding.

The only fault the judges could find with Anthony’s dress?  It was a wee bit short.  (He had intended to finish the skirt with feathers and nixed them at the last minute.)

Olivier’s fit and styling were both called into question, and there was the little issue of the dog bed material in the bodice.

Heidi loved Anthony’s dress.  So did the guest judge.  But loud, obnoxious Nina Garcia whined about the length of Anthony’s dress.

And so Olivier was declared the winner.

I know it’s early yet, but I had an immediate flashback to last year’s finale — the judges’ stand-off over the Project Runway winner.  I questioned Nina’s judgment then, and I question it now.

I think it’s time for Nina to be ‘out.’

Too much

So I was vegging out on the couch, in a Sunday morning coma, watching 50 First Dates.  A good start to the day.

Then a commercial for “Martha Stewart Pets” came on.  Really?  She’s trying to take over the pet market, too?

Darn that woman.

But I go online to look, so the ad worked.  And of course, the products are well-designed and pretty, if you like Martha’s color palette.  (You can check them out on petsmart.com.)

More exciting to me, though, was my accidental find via Google of Martha Stewart Pet Rocks.

Just look at them!  Only Martha could take pet rocks to a whole new level.

I mean, that turtle is a piece of art.  And I can think of someone in particular who would love those frogs.

I may make the doggie door stop for myself.   We’ll see if mine ends up looking like a dachshund or a dalmatian. But Martha has posted the “simple” instructions online.

Don’t you just hate her?