Category Archives: Animals

When is a duck not a duck?

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When it’s a Lego duck that we made during a work event.

It’s customer engagement through play.

Quack!

Food pusher

I was raised in the South by amazing home cooks.

The food may not have been the best for us, but it tasted better than anything I’ve found in my travels.

We used to call my mother and her sisters “food pushers” because they were always encouraging us to eat more.

Another taste. Another serving.  Heck, in some cases, another meal.

I had a flashback to those food pushers this morning when I was sitting on the floor, trying to get my dog Rory to eat.

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When he rejected his wet food, I added chicken. When he tired of the chicken, I gave him treats. When he finished the treats, I handed him the wet food again.

Anything to get him to eat a decent-sized meal.

Old dogs are the best, but they’re not the best eaters. — Mama Dog food pusher

Road kill

My boyfriend shared this pic of a billboard he spied during a recent road trip in Florida:

meat killsYowsers.

It’s simple, to the point and, I would argue, has a lot of bang for the buck since the text has a dual meaning.

Meat is the result of the death of an animal, and eating meat  could lead to your poor health and eventual death.

Does either meaning speak to you?

Now, that’s an outdoor movie

The Oceanic Preservation Society projected images of endangered species on the south side of the Empire State Building last night to raise awareness of their plight.

For those of you who couldn’t be there, here is a peek:

To learn more about what is being done to save these creatures, and what you can do, visit www.racingextinction.com.

#ForCecil

Not so quiet

My bucolic beach vacation received a jolt yesterday when I got up close and personal with a stingray.

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I was walking in kneedeep water, so I  didn’t see my attacker coming. But once I felt the stab, I did get a hand on him to pull him away.

It bled a bit, but hurt a lot. For three or four hours, it was pretty darn intense. Then it calmed down.

And so did I.

For future reference, should you be so unlucky, don’t pee on the wound. And don’t rush to the doctor  (although painkillers will be tempting).

Just make sure no barb remains, soak it in hot water, apply antibiotic ointment and leave it uncovered to heal. Elevating it seems to help, too.

And be grateful for friends and family who quickly gather round to help.

Fly away

I used to think, incorrectly,  that the common housefly lives less than a week.

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Thanks to the Google machine, I have since learned that a fly can live 15+ days in the wild, and 30 days in optimal conditions.

What are optimal conditions?

The temps available in your home. Or, I should say, my home.

I have had a fly buzzing around my apartment for almost a week. He only reveals himself once or twice a day.

I haven’t been able to swat him, and I haven’t been able to get him to go out the door.

And really, why would he?

He’s got it made here.

🌍🌁🌞

☺🌁🌞!

🎉🎂🎁🎶🎡
🍕🍭🍉🐶

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History

american pharoah

Congratulations to 2015 Triple Crown winner American Pharoah, the first three-year old to do so since Affirmed in 1978.  And now his name will live forever along side that of past champions Secretariat, Seattle Slew and Citation.

He’s a Kentucky thoroughbred, of course.

Sniff test

Trash day is tomorrow here in NYC — heck , we have it three days a week — so the garbage bags were lining the streets during my evening walk with Rory.

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In my neighborhood most of the bags are Mint-X brand, advertised to be rodent-repellent…which got me thinking —

What do mice have against mint?

Is it poisonous to them? Does it make them sick? Will it irritate their creepy rodent skin?

Nope. They simply don’t like the smell.

Well, la te da. Sorry to offend the disease-carrying little critters.

Vintage softness

handsEvery time I shake someone’s hand, people comment on how soft my hands are.

If only one person said it, I would shrug it off. But it’s become a thing.

What makes it especially weird is that I hate hand lotion. Never use it. And I’m not doing anything to pamper them.

So what gives?

Well, I started paying attention of late, and have decided that the one substance that comes in contact with my hands several times a day may be the reason:

dawn ducks Dawn dishwashing liquid

I wash my hands so many times a day because I’m feeding the dog and medicating the dog and cleaning up after his various and sundry bodily functions.

It’s like a TV commercial from the 50’s.

But then again, they are that soft.