Tuesday, August 26, 2014

eyes-like-the-afghan-night-sky:

thecutestofthecute:

Mud + Pup = True happiness.

That is so accurate!

Saturday, February 8, 2014

petermorwood:

phototoartguy:

Just point your trunk to where you threw my ball… Charming pictures of orphaned elephant playing catch with a labrador.

Bubbles, a 32 year old African elephant, plays in the river with his best friend Bella a 3 year old labrador in Myrtle Beach Safari, South Carolina.

Photographer Barry Bland

Everybody should have a friend. And it doesn’t matter how different they are.

My dog, who looks very much like this one, says she would like me to get her an elephant. Barring the elephant, a tennis ball and (non-frozen) river would prove that I didn’t hate her. (At least I think that’s what she snuffled in my ear as I read this in bed).

(Source: Daily Mail)

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Why I’m glad I use a leash on the dog at night

Dog: *bouncing up and down*

Me: Calm down.

Dog: *bouncing* /human, do you not see?! There is an intruder!!/

Me: Ah, is there a little bunny in the back yard?

Dog: /foolish human/ *bouncing*

Me: *Looks…*

Large skunk: *saunters slowly across the yard behind the house*

Me: *apparently channeling someone from the US south* Aww, Hellll no!

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Such respect

  • Dog: *runs out of room very purposefully then runs back*
  • Me: What've you got?
  • Dog: ..
  • Me: What've you got?
  • Dog: *drops it*
  • Me: A potato?! You don't get to steal a potato [corrects course because obviously she did just steal a potato] and get to eat it! *confiscates potato*
  • Partner: *laughs and laughs*
  • Me: *looks*
  • Partner: *not laughing, no not at ALL*
  • Dog: *looks for something else to play with*
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
petermorwood:

jovgrey:

terranell:

One could not even HOPE for a better reaction to the surprise of licking a lime.  XD

AHHHHHH

Wonderful!
Memories of long-gone Lilith, who as a kitten in 1987 was The Stealer of Souls Food from the Table. A splash of Tabasco on a bit of soon-to-be-stolen chicken was mean to cure this habit. Instead she spent almost a minute “beating the chicken to death for biting her”, drank a lot of water - then finished it and grew into the only cat I’ve ever seen who liked my level of spicy food. (The only things she refused were lime pickle and jerk seasoning - anything else was fair game. Cats are strange, but she was stranger than most.)

The gif and commentary remind me of a Samoyed (long fluffy hair) I had who got in a fight with a rose bush because it pulled her tail when she walked past it.
Eventually I stopped laughing long enough to separate the combatants, neither of whom was backing down.

petermorwood:

jovgrey:

terranell:

One could not even HOPE for a better reaction to the surprise of licking a lime.  XD

AHHHHHH

Wonderful!

Memories of long-gone Lilith, who as a kitten in 1987 was The Stealer of Souls Food from the Table. A splash of Tabasco on a bit of soon-to-be-stolen chicken was mean to cure this habit. Instead she spent almost a minute “beating the chicken to death for biting her”, drank a lot of water - then finished it and grew into the only cat I’ve ever seen who liked my level of spicy food. (The only things she refused were lime pickle and jerk seasoning - anything else was fair game. Cats are strange, but she was stranger than most.)

The gif and commentary remind me of a Samoyed (long fluffy hair) I had who got in a fight with a rose bush because it pulled her tail when she walked past it.

Eventually I stopped laughing long enough to separate the combatants, neither of whom was backing down.

(Source: shrugging)

Friday, June 1, 2012

How Do Dog Whistles Work?

fakescience:

How Do Dog Whistles Work?

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Good Dog - A Tribute

She wasn’t a purebred. She wasn’t any particular kind of dog. She was a dog. A good dog.

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Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Moral: Trust your dog. When your dog, who’s a good mouser, insists that there’s a a mouse in your shoe, believe her.  

I shook my shoe upside down several times and nothing fell out, but she said there was a mouse, right there, in the shoe.  So as one last gesture to her to prove that she was wrong, I squeezed the toe of the shoe and of course the mouse ran up to the heel.  Because my dog was right.

I might have jumped, just a little, because I was startled. My (foolish) instinct was to shake the mouse out of the shoe.  Luckily for the mouse, it landed in an otherwise empty grocery bag next to the recycling.  I scooped the bag up and took it out to the garden before the dog figured out what was going on.

After telling my dog how good she was and giving her a special treat for finding the mouse, I went back out to retrieve the grocery bag.  The mouse hadn’t left yet. So I took some pictures of it, made it leave the bag and took some more pictures.