Tag Archives: Dogs
I am enjoying this song, Miracle, by Raz Ohara and The Odd Orchestra. Rather than give you a clip of the song’s video I have found an even BETTER video to accompany it. Puppy!
God, this site is amazing! I think all of them are my favorite but here are a few that hit a nerve for me:
“for tillie, having a mad men premiere party means dressing up, drinking manhattans and being totally fucking insufferable” – reblogged from Hipster Puppies
I think we all know that I will be submitting my roomie’s dog to this site.
The SPCA of Northern Virginia has a great “Guardian Angel” program. You can sponsor an animal up for adoption for $10 a month. This money makes sure that they get all their food and medical needs met while they wait for the perfect home.
This is Sunny and as of today she’s my little “pet” project. For the next three months. I will get pictures and updates on Sunny from the shelter in turn for my sponsorship.
Today is my dad’s 79th birthday and growing up in Ireland he had two dogs that were very dear to him. His father’s hunting partner, Smuttyface, a greyhound that met an untimely demise. And my dad’s own loyal companion in the fields, Rex The Protector!
I have happy memories from childhood of my dad sitting on the edge of my bed telling the great story of how Rex chased the fox out of the hen house and saved the family from starvation!
My father is a quiet man but a great story teller for those close to him. I made a nightly request of the story for bedtime. It goes something likes this:
“It was a dark and wintery night and the wind was HOWLING ’round the house. [he attempts to whistle like the wind] There Seamus and I are tucked in our beds… [he tucks me in and stops with jolt] WHEN I HEAR A NOISE! I whisper to Seamus, “There’s a fox in the hen house!” [stops to make the same face Seamus had upon hearing the news] And Seamus turns to me, “Call Rex!” So I let out a call to REX! Seamus and I run to the window! [points to the window above my bed] We don’t see him at first but we hear him coming! BA-DA-BOOMP BA-DA-BOOMP BA-DA-BOOMP! ‘There he is Jack! ‘Seamus says. AND HE COMES GALLOPING PAST OUR WINDOW AND STRAIGHT INTO THE HEN HOUSE!!! And then they’re out! And Rex is chasing that sly fox UP and DOWN the fields as far as Seamus and I can see…
Seamus and I run down to the kitchen and already there is Rex with his tail wagging. ‘ATTA BOY, REX!,’ we shout. And Rex gets his bone. The end. Time for B-E-D, Tara. Say your prayers.”
It wasn’t until I was in college that I thought to ask what kind of dog Rex was. And not having told the story in a long time my dad quickly and honestly replied, “A cocker spaniel.”
So Betty Boo can pride herself on having a face that launched… one phone call. I said screw the poop and called the humane society to find out more about this little gal. I was told that she’s what they call “special needs”. I said, “That’s ok, I was in B group in elementary school because my parents are foreign. I’ll totally help her with phonics.” That’s not the kind of “special” they meant.
At first the shelter thought it would be good for her to go to a home with an older well trained dog (like my set up) but because she’s got some emotional scars she has had some aggression issues with other dogs. The shelter thinks it would be best for her to go to a home with no other pets and an owner that can devote a lot of one on one time with her. Sadly, I don’t fit the bill.
The girl on the phone sounded like she had her act together and really cares about these animals. So I do hope that Betty Boo goes to a wonderful home that will love on her like its their job and give her all the chew toys, belly rubs and days in the park she wants. That’s how I’d do it.