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Showing posts with label Cute. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cute. Show all posts
Daily Dose of Cute
Dudz, completely spent from chasing his BFF Sam, lies on the ground panting until he hears another dog coming into the dogpark. He rolls up into an alert position, but can't be arsed to actually get up. He watches the front gate with interest, panting. As the new dogs come in—another greyhound, Rocco, and his little brother Hugo, a border collie-great dane mix—Iain and I talk idly. trying to identify them from across the park. As they run in, Dudz stands up. "Go get 'em, Dudz," we both say. "Look, there's Sam, Dudz," I say, as Sam chases a ball in the background. "Go see Sam!" The wind blows. Dudley licks his lips, then suddenly takes off like a shot to the center of the park, where Sam, Rocco, and Hugo have convened. "There he goes," I say, as his tail windmills him to a stop in the distance.An interesting thing happened at the dog park this weekend: First, on Saturday, an English bulldog got inexplicably fixated on Iain and just started barking at him, not threateningly really, but aggressively annoying. Dudley was having none of that, and wandered over from where he'd been lolling about in the grass to sternly bark at the bulldog in return. Just enough to shut him up, and that was that.
Then, on Sunday, a guy came in with an 8-month-old border collie who likes to JUMP! and JUMP!s like he's made of springs, and also JUMP!s right at your face in order that he may LICK! it. The pup's frenetic jumping (which was not exactly discouraged by his owner, who shrugged it off with, "He likes to jump," to which Iain replied, "No kidding!") sent all the Two-Legs off-kilter, which of course made all the dogs unhappy with the collie. I just stood in my spot, projecting calm in the hope that it might infect the collie.
Well, he liked my calm, all right, and decided the safest place in the park was right at my feet. Big dogs crashed into me in pursuit of the collie, and I nearly fell over. The collie ran and JUMP!ed some more, and got chased some more, and came back to my feet again. More crashing. More almost falling. It was all a matter of seconds.
Dudley was displeased. He came over and stood beside me and blocked all dogs from further contact, nudging the collie away. Not aggressive; just firm. "That's enough of that," his expression seemed to say, and I swear if he could have raised a single dogbrow in smug displeasure, he would have.
He's not a jealous dog: Iain and I pet and play with other dogs at the dog park all the time. He is, however, apparently protective when he needs to be. He just never needed to be before.
Good to know.
Daily Dose of Cute
"I got your tail! I got your tail!"
Much like a honey badger, Matilda just don't give a shit.
Daily Dose of Cute
Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk / I'm a kitty cat—no time to talk.
Purring loud and snuggling warm / I've been looking cute since I was born.
And now it's all right; it's okay / And you may look the other way
While I knead my little paws / To the confusion of big dogs!
Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother / You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Feel the catnip breakin' and ev'rybody shakin' / And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
AH! AH! AH! AH! Stayin' alive! Stayin' alive! / AH! AH! AH! AH! Stayin' alive! Stayin' alive!
Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…
Random YouTubery
A Canadian news segment in which an SPCA rep brings two older puppies to the studio for what was supposed to be a pretty typical adopt-a-pet piece (if seeing dogs jump on people bothers you, skip it):
Video Description: Two women, an anchor and an SPCA rep, introduce two dogs—one a young male German Shepherd and one a young female pitbull. The dogs, from an overcrowded shelter in which kennels can hold up to four dogs, are delighted to be out and about, and they get increasingly playful and affectionate with the two women, prompting the entire newsroom to erupt into laughter.
Honestly, this video just made me laugh so hard. It's when they cut back from the screen with the SPCA's contact information to the studio, and the anchor has just completely succumbed to Ginger the Pitbull in a heap of giggles—
—I just totally lose my shit.
I know not everyone likes to be jumped on and licked by big dogs, but clearly these ladies don't mind. And, possibly because I have such a calm dog at home myself, I don't mind, either. I'm always the lady at the dog park who's happy to be jumped and rubbed and drooled on by the biggest four-legged slobberchops in the vicinity.
[H/T to a friend at a local pitbull rescue.]
Daily Dose of Cute
Sometimes, I say to Iain, "We should adopt another dog, so Dudley has a puppeh playmate." To which he says, "No way. That's too many legs in this house! There's a 20-leg maximum!" At which point I respond by pointing out that, irrespective of there being an entire house in which the cats and dog can hang out, they're always in the same room we are. We could live in a refrigerator box, and they'd be perfectly happy.
Right now, Dudley is lying on the floor beside me, Olivia is sprawled across the top of my desk, Sophie is draped across the top of the monitor, and Matilda is on a chair next to me. If I get up to take a piss, they will all follow me into the tiniest bathroom imaginable, and then follow me back to the office once I'm done.
And this is the scene in our living room on a typical night:
Big Couch
Little Couch
As you can see, the kitteh girls kindly left two seats open, so Iain and I would feel welcome to join them. I rest my case.
Random YouTubery
[Video Description: Kitten looks adorable while sleeping on its back in a bed, twitching dreamily; Mama Cat looks adorable while hugging kitten and then snuggling hir even more tightly.]
Daily Dose of Cute
Video Description: Matilda tumbles around the floor of my office after some random bit of plastic garbage (i.e. BEST TOY EVER), looking like a complete goofball with her lion cut and fuzzy Uggs.
Daily Dose of Cute
The main reason that Iain and I drove out to the east coast last week was so we could take Dudley with us, so he could meet his Uncle Space Cowboy and Aunt Space Cowgirl, and his (for realz) distant greyhound cousin Alfie, whom the Space Cowpokes coincidentally adopted several months after we adopted Dudley. There was, as we expected, an extraordinary amount of doggeh cuteness as a result.
"Hey, what's going on over there?"
"Hey, what's going on over here?"
"Let us know if anything is going on anywhere."
Alfie: "I loves mah armadillo." Dudley: "I loves mah lobster."
Snoozing, in stereo.
Dudley: "I'll tackle the eating first." Alfie: "Cool, I'll tackle the drinking first."
Shakers, the GCQ (Greyhound Cute Quotient) was overwhelming last week. I barely survived.
