…and I wouldn’t change a thing.
This dog loves his fan almost as much as my pup.
After every warm-weather walk, Rory Dog lies down right in front of the small circular fan I have in the corner of the living room. No standing or ear flapping for him; we’re talking flat on his belly, legs splayed out behind him like a turkey prepped for stuffing.
Ya gotta love dogs — I certainly do love mine!
I know dogs and people look at many things with different eyes —
Trees. Trash. Other dogs’ bottoms.
But I am particularly amused by my dog’s fascination with scaffolding.
Nothing is more fun, apparently, then sniffin’ and peein’ on scaffolding.
People who live in the city don’t pay much attention to it; we see it come and go with construction projects large and small. I dare say some tourists may cross the street to avoid it.
But not my dog.
Scaffolding is the best place in town to check his pee-mail.
When I arrived home last night, light snow was falling on New York City. The street was quiet. My footprints (and luggage tracks) were the first to disturb the sidewalk snow. It was a welcome scene.
This morning’s cityscape was very different.
Building superintendents and doormen had arisen early to litter the sidewalks with salt, which burns the paws of dogs and can make them sick if they lick it. Plus, the chemicals in the melting ice can contaminate the soil and ground water.
And yet building owners continue to spread it quite liberally, every snowy morning.
Our good friends at Morton Salt make an ice melt that is salt free, chloride free, and organic. It doesn’t irritate dog paws or tummies and melts below 15 degrees Fahrenheit.
Does it cost a bit more? Like most green-friendly products, it is a bit more expensive. But stacked against the high price our pets and the environment pay, I’d say it’s well worth it.
I’m going to talk to my building super today.
“You say traction; I say corrosive chemicals. Let’s call the whole thing off!”
Has the endless string of GOP debates and cable commentary soured you on politics?
Perhaps this cat will change your mind.
And yes, he’s a cat. A nine-year old Maine coon.
This write-in candidate can’t write. Or speak. But thanks to his campaign manager Matthew O’Leary, Hank has a platform. And a Facebook page. And a Twitter page and bumper stickers and yard signs. He even gives interviews to the media.
But he never wears pants. Yep, just your typical politician.
What’s not typical is who is benefiting from his cat-paign (sorry). All monies raised for his election are going to the Humane Society of Fairfax County.
I wish I lived in Virginia — just this once — so I could vote for Hank.
Rory Dog, however, is not impressed.
Pet owners. We love our animals.
And companies know they can sell us just about anything.
Huffpost.com recently put together a collection of some of the stupidest pet products on the market. I can’t disagree with the editors on most of ’em. They are ridiculous.
I have to stand up for one of them…mainly because the product in question is less ridiculous for pets than it is for its original human intent.
The croc shoe has been super-sized and turned into a bed for cats. HuffPost argues it is far stupider looking in this iteration.
Croc shoes are ugly. They may be the most comfortable shoe on the planet — but there’s not a foot in the world that doesn’t look stupid in them.
I think making the croc huge and putting a kitten inside is the best thing that ever happened to the shoe. Dare I say…