Yesterday I posted about the plight of Vinny, the puggle who was lost in the Roosevelt/Green Lake area. It would appear that Vinny was found, because I don't see the posters up anymore. That or there is a conspiracy to keep Vinny lost, which would be terrible for Vinny.
In the comments section of that post, there was a minor debate about the qualities of the puggle breed. In case you hadn't figured it out, a puggle is a mix between a pug and a beagle (pictured at right).
Commenter The CHZA said: "Puggles are the ugliest goddamn mixed breed invented."
Then commenter Teslick said: "Pug/beagle mix? Between the braying and the breathing, that's one big load of annoying sounds."
Then commenter Just Jeff said: "Puggles are great, especially if they're 3/4 pug. I have one, and he's adorable."
To which gold star commenter Totalpukoid said: "HE CAN'T SEE WITHOUT HIS GLASSES!"*
A Houston teen’s dream has come true. Through the efforts of his father, the Texas Parks and Wildlife Department and a little good ol’ fashioned luck, he was able to shoot and kill an 800-pound, 14-foot alligator. Thrilled Braxton Bielski, 18, hooked the gator — which had somehow managed to live up to 50 years, reportedly — using raw chicken, then unloaded his shotgun on the creature, turning a living swamp dweller into a dead record setter.
Really, what kind of teenager dreams of killing an alligator? And what's so impressive about killing even a big alligator? What the animal kingdom wants to know is when will humans get enough of their success? We should be bored with our triumph by now. We should instead be alarmed by the fact that even the mighty tiger, the tiger will all its sharp teeth and force has been pushed to the brink of extinction by our endless business. Humans need to get over themselves.
“We are responding to the desire by our fans to experience the brand in more ways,” said John A. Frascotti, Hasbro’s chief marketing officer. “They imagined themselves as which pony they would be or which pony they identified with the most.”
So Hasbro created Equestria Girls, a parallel world in which the My Little Pony characters were reconceived as teenage girls in high school. To maintain continuity, Hasbro retained the same creative talent, animation style and message of friendship.
The full-length animated movie version of these new ponies-turned-teens will be released in June. Click over to the NYT story for a picture of the fillies.
Obviously, the real question is: Will Bronies like this new universe? Or is this aimed at the original My Little Pony market of 5- to 10-year-old girls, who probably do identify with and imagine themselves as the characters? I can't tell. I mean, I kinda hope that adult male Pony fans are imagining which pony they would be, and not, you know, a different verb. But I don't know. I've mostly seen it go the other way, and a new hot teen version makes that suuuuuuuper icky.
Anyways, this is the actual world you live inside of, in case you were wondering, not a wacky Monday-afternoon asleep-at-the-desk dream. Real life! Brought to you by Hasbro.
In the eight years I spent in Africa (1980 to 1988—that last two years were actually spent in the country Paul captured that image, Botswana), I never once saw a wild animal. I saw lots of people, but no hippos, hyenas, lions, and all of that circle-of-life stuff. I'm very proud of this record.
If you're looking longingly out the window at precious sunlight, here are some longing looks in the other direction, from outside to inside: a Tumblr full of dogs, mostly in Seattle, tied up and waiting for their humans.
Sometime in the last decade, dogs achieved dominion over urban America. They are everywhere now, allowed in places that used to belong exclusively to humans, and sometimes only to human adults: the office, restaurants, museums, buses, trains, malls, supermarkets, barber shops, banks, post offices. Even at the park and other places where dogs belong, they’ve been given free rein. Dogs are frequently allowed to wander off leash, to run toward you and around you, to run across the baseball field or basketball court, to get up in your grill. Even worse than the dogs are the owners, who seem never to consider whether there may be people in the gym/office/restaurant/museum who do not care to be in close proximity to their dogs. After all, what kind of monster would have a problem with a poor innocent widdle doggie? It’s a dog’s world. We just live in it. And it’s awful.
The other day I was in a park having a picnic dinner with friends—including some small children—and a beagle ran up and tried to get at our food. The dog had a collar on so it belonged to someone. We tried to shoo the fucking dog away but it just circled around and made another lunge at the food. We shooed it away again and looked around for the dog's owner. The park was crowded but no one seemed to be looking for their dog—or coming to our aid. We shooed the fucking beagle away from the food a third time. When it lunged at our food a fourth time I gave the dog a pretty rough shove. Okay, I hit the dog. I felt bad—honestly—and if I had had a choice I would've preferred to hit the dog's absent/AWOL/clueless/inconsiderate owner. But I didn't have a choice. So I hit the dog.
Since 2011 when Piggy the French bulldog joined Facebook, she has gotten 32,041 likes (32,042 after I saw the little pudge-ball). She has friends in Mexico, Italy, France, Norway, all over the world, really.
Jessica, her owner, says that Piggy is starting to have quite a following and is frequently recognized in public. A few weeks ago, while strolling in Capitol Hill, a woman stopped her, screeching, "Oh my God, is that Piggy?"
But now Piggy has a celebrity bulldog rival: Sir Charles Barkley. He has 10,948 followers on Instagram, but only 1,338 on Facebook. Both dogs have been receiving a lot of buzz on sites like Mashable and Buzzfeed, driving up the competition.
Woofus giving me the stink eye when I took him out for a poop.
Yesterday, I told you all about Woofus, the little doggy who stumbled into my life after he was rudely pushed out of an SUV in a graveyard near my house in Crown Hill. Since then, I know you've all been pacing around wondering what that unpaid news intern did with that poor dog. Well wonder no more, Slog readers—Woofus is in good hands now.
First, I would like to clarify that in the condition I rescued him in Woofus was not adoptable. He would not come near me. If I tried to get close to him he would snap at me. I brought him to my father's house where we sat with him for close to an hour—fresh lunch meat and dog food in hand—trying to coax Woofus into being friends with us. No such luck.
The next day he bit my dad's house cleaner, drawing blood.
With the little guy as aggressive as he was I feared that dropping him off at a shelter would mean inevitable euthanasia. Fortunately, I have friends who are very involved in the animal rescue community, and they were able to connect me with the animal rescuer who would be best for Woofus.
Her name Is Tamera Kesterson and she runs K9 Rescue and Rehab in Kirkland, Washington. Her full time job is rehabilitating troubled dogs and matching them with appropriate families. She has worked with aggressive Huskies, untrained Pitt Bulls, and countless other large and potentially dangerous dogs. Woofus will be no problem for her.
He is in her care now, and the first thing she is going to do with Woofus is see if he is chipped. Meanwhile, I will continue looking for Woofus's family in case he was stolen, not abandoned.
Either way, Woofus is safe, will not be euthanized, and will have a new family as soon as he's ready. Thanks for all your help, Sloggers.
There I was, sitting in a graveyard near my house in Crown Hill, contemplating life, and drinking a nice cup of coffee. All of the sudden, a silver SUV rolled onto the gravel road and kicked this dog out. I assumed they were just letting the dog out to pee, or perhaps inviting it to sit with them at the dog's previous owner's gravesite, but then off the SUV drove, without the dog. The little doggy barked and chased after the car but the driver didn't stop.
Now I have this dog:
I, however, cannot care for this little dog (I've named him Woofus) who is currently living in my basement and terrifying my cats. So:
Why do you think these assholes abandoned Woofus? I imagine that maybe it was grandma's dog, and she died, so the SUV driver dumped him off to live with grandma. Goldy suggests that maybe someone stole the SUV and found Woofus inside. They were confused and angered by the presence of the dog, and thus threw him out at a nearby graveyard.
It's a green leaf known to "generations of Eastern European housewives" and now it's under the microscopes of American scientists and the pest-control industry. Apparently, the housewives would spread a bunch of these bean leaves on the floor at night and...
...in the morning, the leaves would be covered with bedbugs that had somehow been trapped there. The leaves, and the pests, were collected and burned — by the pound, in extreme infestations.
So, of course, American companies want to make a synthetic version of these leaves, patents are pending, and so on. Unanswered by this story: Why not just use bean leaves?
So, three people were found shot to death in Idaho at a location that is both a pit bull breeding/sales location and a pot grow site. Children who survived the shootings were alone for a day. Beyond my ability to get my head around.
I know my puppy is cute, I hear it 42 times every 10 minutes. I know he looks like a wolf, but no, he's not a goddamned wolf. He's a 3-month-old dog who's in training to learn how to be a polite, socialized, civil dog in this jumbled, dynamic, distracting thing we call a city. And he's my dog, so I am responsible for his behavior. The reason I don't want him jumping on you now, when he weighs 19 pounds, is because I don't want him jumping on you when he weighs 60 pounds. Think for two seconds, please, before you interrupt someone who is clearly training a puppy, a puppy who expressed zero interest in you and who was annoyed by your excited, frantic, weak energy. You asked me to pet him by saying, "OOOHHH MMMYYY GGGOOODDD A PPUUPPYY!" and waiving your arms like a lunatic. I said yes, but only if you calm down and ignore him if he jumps on you. You got all huffy, told me to "fuck off," and stormed away pissed off. I'm trying to teach him boundaries, rules, and limitations now so that he doesn't act like you when he's older. Get a fucking clue.
Sitting here with my cats learning a lot about dogs. So glad my cats don't give a fuck about strangers. And they truly don't give a fuck. Not because they were trained to look as if they don't give a fuck, but because it truly comes from their hearts.
Seattle, Bothell, Federal Way, and King County officials announced today a one-month amnesty for expired pet licenses. Through the month of April, owners of these undocumented animals (or, as Alaska Rep. Don Young likes to call them, "petbacks") can renew their pet licenses without paying late fees and other penalties.
“A pet license is the best insurance policy you can buy for your pet,” says Dr. Gene Mueller, manager of Regional Animal Services of King County (RASKC). “For instance, if your pet is wearing its license and it shows up at our Pet Adoption Center, we will notify you that your pet is here. Or if we find your licensed pet in the field, we’ll return it to you instead of taking it to the center. What’s more, an injured animal wearing a license is more likely to receive veterinary care if you’re not around,” adds Mueller.
While the license for my dog, Fiesty, is up to date, our cat, Wompus, is a year or two past due. I know, it's only a $15 penalty. But he's old I figure, so maybe he'll just die, and who wants to throw good money after bad? But now that there's pet license amnesty, I'm making him legal again. Because, such a bargain!
Everybody wins. I save a few bucks, Wompus regains the security and dignity of being a legal resident again, and Seattle gets a bump in revenue for animal control. In fact, the only potential downside to this would be if they raise enough money to increase patrols at the informal off-leash park I take my dog to.
News tipper my dad writes: "You won't believe this. New food-safety regs are coming from the King County health department (you know them, the busy-bodies with clipboards and thermometers). A lot of administrative jargon, some of it helpful, most of it petty, and one astonishing new definition of what constitutes a Service Animal." Read it yourselves:
New May 1! Service animals in food establishments will be defined ONLY as a dog (or miniature horse).
For food establishments only, a service animal can only be a dog (or miniature horse) that is individually trained to work or perform tasks for an individual with a disability. Disabilities include physical, sensory, psychiatric, intellectual, or other mental disability, as specified in RCW 49.60.218.
Previous rules had "a much broader definition of service animals," explains Seattle/King County Public Health spokeswoman Hillary Karasz on the phone this afternoon. So while the old rules allowed you to waltz into Cowgirls Inc with your anti-anxiety service puma—or seeing eye mole—starting May 1, you can only take in your service dog (or miniature horse)!
Karasz explains a service horse is 24" to 34", measured at the shoulder, generally between 70 and 100 pounds. The change results from a cascade of policies that began as national adjustment to ADA standards, which were adopted into the state food code, and now give county officials leeway to only allow a service dog (or miniature horse).