Amy said
You got teats on your dick so really I don’t understand your whole dog system.
Work
During my ninth hour of being on my feet today I thought, “My dogs are killing me,” but they weren’t. They were peeing on the slide.
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My cat’s life is good
She can be feral, and then she can retreat indoors when the going gets rough.
She’s got a sweet sweet life. She gets to be a wild animal, then come indoors and be fed and petted and loved.
Essential Components of a Home Defense System
Your air rifle. Your crank phone. Your guard cat.
A Distinguished and Natural Cat from Norway
An informational video.
Fire
When I was a kid, I was convinced—I guess because of all the fire drills and fire safety education we had at school—that house fires were very common, so common that it was inevitable that at some point in everyone’s life, his or her house would burn down. I used to plan and replan my escape route, which things I would grab on my way to the fire escape, how I would rescue the guinea pigs, how I would climb down the ladder while holding them. Once I reached the last rung and dropped down into the downstairs neighbors’ garden, what would happen? Would I just wait there? What if my family didn’t make it out?
China’s $600,000 dogs
One is named Obama, another goes by Son of Bush. They charge tens of thousands of dollars for sex. Convoys of luxury cars, driven by fans, greet the most expensive studs at airports. Meet the canine gigolos — the purebred Tibetan Mastiffs that have become the latest symbol of China’s growing wealth.
a lot of layers here
The Vermont Supreme Court is ruling on the value of a dog’s love.
Amy, waking up
There’s no room at the inn, Jasper. What you going to do? Have your baby in a fucking manger.
I’ll be away a few days
I wanted to leave you with this:
My cat is a climber.
And the best thing about Lena’s arboreal activity this afternoon was this: She was climbing the tree for no apparent reason. She was neither fleeing a pursuer nor chasing prey.
She was just climbing a tree — and jabbering her fool head off. Talking to herself.
Which miniature animals make good pets?
Micro pigs are the new must-have pets.
See more micro pets.
Puppy pimping, a Hallowe’en special
As it turns out, there’s big business in sexy Hallowe’en costumes for pets. Dogs, mostly. I’d like to see you get your gerbil into one of these outfits. I googled ’sexy pet costumes’ and I can’t bear to share the results. Oh ok, then. Unfortunately, it turns out that not all dogs can actually do sexy.
This infomercial is brought to you via Chris W.
The beauty of taxidermy!
For Cindy.
Than this
there can be none better: Four squiglets in a bath, courtesy of Our Lucy.
I’m Good. I’m Uhhhh Faster than a Bear.
As we head into Labor Day weekend, I think it’s best to review the hardhitting journalism used in this piece about our relationship to wild natural life near our homes.
Folks, stay safe and informed of all the permutations of wild and domestic creatures.
For Cindy
Once, when Nadeau was still living in south St. Louis, a neighbor found out he did taxidermy. “She’d had a Persian cat in her freezer for twenty years,” he remembers. “She wanted me to mount it like a beanbag so she could put it in different poses. The cat was all crystallized; it had crystals all over its face. I told her that once it’s mounted, you can’t put it in different poses. It kind of freaked me out a bit.”
—Mount My Squirrel! Local taxidermist Rick Nadeau has a lot of fun with his “little buddies,” Aimee Levitt, Riverfront Times, August 10, 2009
I brought a copy of this newspaper home from St. Louis (this was the week’s cover story; consider that for a moment) so that I could mail it to you, but then I realized that the article was probably online. Now everybody gets to share it.
Man with a Van
Man In Van from Sean Dunne on Vimeo.
(When I figure out how I found this, I’ll let you know.)
A Perfect Picture of Mutual Indifference
That is the photograph I did not take of Lena’s encounter with the wild turkeys.
From Duncan
O Daddy
I am intoxicated by the liquor
of your butt crack.
Your sweet, sweet funk is enough
to sustain my joy—
just barely.
I can’t tell if you’re scratching my head
or pushing me away.
As if I care!
Throw the damned ball.
Throw it now.
Throw it.
My Cat Is an Animal Artist
The arrangement is hers, as was the killing and eating.
If I win the lottery, I will set up a combination animal sanctuary/artists’ colony. I will subsidize animals working in visual media, mixed media, performance — you name it.
Casper the commuter cat!
A cat has become such a well-known user of a Devon bus service that its drivers know where to let him off.
Casper has been queuing with other passengers to get the number three service from his home in Plymouth for months, bus company First said.
It added that he often sat in the queue and then quietly padded on board and curled up on a seat for the ride.
Casper’s owner Susan Finden, 55, who picked him from a rescue home in 2002, said he had always been a free spirit.
Mrs Finden said she named her pet after Casper the Friendly Ghost, as he has a habit of wandering off.
Traditional Balinese massage
They’re spooning in the afterglow now.
Meet the Flockers’ Pets: Kitten A & Kitten B
This morning I adopted two kittens, as yet unnamed.
My family had guinea pigs when I was a kid, and I’ve enjoyed living with several housemates’ cats, but these are my first pets as an adult. I’ve always felt that I was destined to become a crazy cat lady, but “I’m not responsible enough to have pets,” I’ve said. I don’t know what’s changed, but all of a sudden here we are.
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