Before we dive into today’s links, a quick plug if you live in the northern Virginia/DC area… this Saturday (the 27th), Friends of Homeless Animals (giver of Tavish) is hosting its annual Barktoberfest. Stop by for pet contests, music, food, drinks, fun, puppies, kittens, and more… check it out!
Now… let’s do this.
First up, your punny pet names: Rawr-iska Hartigay (star of Paw & Order: SVMew) and Ace Hentura (bird detective, obviously).
I need a detective (pet or otherwise) to help me solve these mysteries. Anyone?
Is your dog the Hooch to your Turner? Take this quiz and find out which fictional duo you and your pet are most like. (My result? Apparently tiny Tavish is a giant St. Bernard at heart, and I’m a nerdy adolescent boy. Who knew?)
Holy crap, you guys. Agatha Christie’s first dog looked like Tavish. Doggelganger alert!
(I realize that the “holy crap” portion of that sentence might not accurately capture your reaction, but I promise you that was mine. My mom loved Agatha Christie, so I have a soft spot for all things A.C.)
Anyway, check it out:
Fascinating, yes? Authors are kind of like rock stars to me, so I loved that video on many levels.
Lately, I’ve been working out at home. (I purchased the Insanity workout, which has so far been true to its name.) Tavish seems to think that this is very interesting. He follows me to the basement and hangs out nearby, waiting for his moment to strike.
You see, Tavish thinks that when I’m stretching or on the floor is the perfect time for me to multitask and pet him. I’m going to try to get it on camera at some point, but until then, please enjoy this substitute video of someone else’s dogs making the most of workout time. (These two are bolder than Tavish. He waits patiently for the optimal time to make his move, and he’s never shown an interest in biting my ponytail.)
Those dogs seem like good sports. Tavish would never consent to being lifted in the air like that. He is not the biggest fan of being Sky Tavish (our name for it), unless it’s a necessary evil to elevator him onto the bed.
Do you work out at home? Does your dog try to join you?
Tavish, in his illustrious career, has sent one email. However, he made it count.
The hubs was working from home. He was on the couch with his laptop. Demanding attention, Tavish marched over to the laptop and walked on the keyboard. He replied to an email with one character – a single, perfect question mark.
Needless to say, the recipient of the “?” email was a tad confused, and then the hubs had to explain that Tavish sent it, not him. I guess this is the modern equivalent of the dog eating your homework? (Listen, don’t be mad at me. My dog sent that email.)
Do your dogs walk on the keyboard when you’re trying to type?
I was thinking recently about all of the things – both little and not-so-little – that have changed around here since we lost Bella in May. Sometimes it seems like I’m surrounded by a thousand tiny reminders on any given day.
Loosely inspired by this song, here are twenty (out of countless) ways I miss my Bella:
Every morning, I wake up to the sight of an empty dog bed. I can’t quite bring myself to move it.
I haven’t moved her food dish either.
My morning routine has changed. I’d gotten used to spending at least thirty minutes cajoling Bella into eating her breakfast.
Tavish has been spending less time staring through those windows as well.
Every time I vacuum, I feel a little sad. With each pass, I’m removing more Bella hair that will never be replenished.
For that reason, I didn’t even try to vacuum for the first month.
When I finally did vacuum, I couldn’t stop thinking about the time(s) Bella left a toy in front of the vacuum as her own form of protest. We (perhaps inappropriately) called it her Tiananmen Square move.