My brother passes along some pictures of the puppy he thinks will be his in a few weeks. The tentative name is Boghan:
Pretty damned cute.
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My brother passes along some pictures of the puppy he thinks will be his in a few weeks. The tentative name is Boghan:
Pretty damned cute.
by John Cole| 17 Comments
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Hot off the presses:
Commenter paradox sends along the following pet adoption story:
Attached is a picture of me in my kitchen and the very popular Tunch apron, all who see it approve.
The dog is a rescue Pomeranian my sister found some place on the internet, she’s a serious poodle person and drove to Southern California (490 miles) to get this dog. There were and are three cats in the house already (one a rescue) and I was not looking forward to the uproar that of course ensued when Jasmine arrived. Took 60 fucking days for things to settle down.
She doesn’t like men and is devoted to the women in the house, won’t even go on a walk with me when I offer the leash. I love her and spoil her, of course–just as I knew I would–and she has slowly come around, Jasmine loves her morning scratch and looks to me for food. She is a ferocious guard dog and does not socialize well with other dogs, she’s still pretty scared and nervous, prolly always will be.
She has been a good addition to all of our lives, I can’t say it’s the best decision I ever made, right, I’ve made so few good ones somehow I don’t want to set one even further apart, and I went along with the idea anyway.
Bonus picture of paradox rocking the Tunch bling:
Don’t be shy- you too can rock the Balloon Juice quality apparel by clicking over to the store, and every penny of profit goes to Charlie’s Angels animal rescue!
Also, I really need to start posting more of the pet rescue stories. I have a bunch in the queue!
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What a difference a year makes- here she is the day I adopted her, looking timid and terrified with a horrible open sore all down her back and smelling like cat pee:
Compare and contrast with this picture from a moment ago, in this relaxed and dignified pose:
I’d say she has settled in nicely and is bit calmer. It’s been raining all day, so we couldn’t go to the park, but I’m cooking her a hamburger for dinner to celebrate.
Best decision I have ever made.
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Orangutans rule OOK!*
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* As do librarians, but that’s another story for another day.
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(H/t commentor Paddy)
Late Night Open Thread: Why Can’t We All Get Along?Post + Comments (78)
by John Cole| 43 Comments
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Man’s best friend may cement his position if early results from French researchers can be replicated. A team of researchers from Tenon Hospital in Paris reported Tuesday at a San Francisco meeting of the American Urological Assn. that dogs can be trained to detect the characteristic odor of unique chemicals released into urine by prostate tumors, setting the stage for a new way to identify men who are most at risk from the cancer. If developed, the test might be more effective than the PSA test now used because it would have fewer false positives.
As surprising as the idea might sound, other researchers have already been studying the use of dogs to detect cancers of the breast, lung and bladder. Many tumors release characteristic chemicals that can be identified by the exquisitely sensitive canine nose. Lung cancer cells, for example, can release such chemicals into the air of the lungs, and they can then be detected on the victim’s breath.
I wonder if it is cheaper.
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Little under a year ago, I wrote the following:
I just got back from Kitty Prison. Was not as impressed with Shayla this time around.
I did, however, find a dog who I am going back to check out tomorrow. 4 year old terrier/chihuaha mix named Missy, who was rescued from a crazy cat lady who had 22 cats and 4 dogs. Missy is a touch neurotic and afraid of everything, but very sweet. I’m going to visit her this next week and see how things work out. It took an hour, but I got her to stop shaking and to lie down while I pet her, but she is going to need a lot of work.
I wasn’t even going to look at dogs today, but as I was leaving, I saw her through the glass looking at me and she was just so sad and scared.
I wonder how that worked out…
*** Update ***
“Missy” still looks neurotic, as you can plainly see:
Spoiled rotten, as they all should be.
Also- just caught a very slimming picture of Tunch:
Go with whatever works, Tunch.
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It’s not just a meal — it’s an adventure!
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When our papillons do this, we call it “The Tap Dance of Gratitude”.
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