Posts tagged dogs
A hoy hoy, homies, and a very happy Sunday to you.
A very happy Sunday indeed. Long live animated gifs. Long live movies that revolve around hot, shirtless guys. Long live Channing Tatum’s… everything.
And speaking of things living long(er), guess who didn’t die this week?
— Lauren O’Nizzle (@laurenonizzle) July 13, 2012
Thassright. Despite everything my inner alarmist shouted as we oh-so-slowly crawled toward the top of the Leviathan‘s massive first drop, I didn’t fly out of my seat and explode against another coaster.
I actually had a lot of fun making terrified faces at the camera strapped to my chest – most of which were completely unintentional and pretty damn hilarious I’m told.
That was after 3 rides. Hot, sweaty and spooked, but straight stoked to be riding roller coasters for work (right?!?)
I found something called Party Cheese at Brodie’s place last week, which also got me excited. Not because I’d ever actually eat this mystical crap (no refrigeration needed!) — but because it’s freaking Party Cheese and bwahaha:
“We party,” said Brodie.
Here’s my parents with his precious babycat Mini; Likely the only grandchild they’ll ever have:
Mom and dad were in town to visit us both and it was just so nice to have real family time again. To eat together and hang out and talk and tell jokes.
I really miss being part of a family unit — the kind that lives together before the kids grow up-ish and move away for school and end up settling down in Toronto after graduation because that’s where all the good jobs are and yada yada yada.
I find that being in your 20s is difficult in that way. It almost feels like you’re in between families; too old to be part of the one you came from (at least not in the same way,) and too young to start one of your own. For all of the freedom we enjoy, it’s lonely too. Profoundly so.
Thank god for cats.
On a sunnier note, CHECK THE F**K OUT OF THIS ADORABLE DOG:
Her name is Lexus, and that wheelchair is custom — built by her owners out of a modified old human chair to help keep her moving after a tumor-removal surgery cost her the ability to walk.
Unfortunately, despite their best effort, it wasn’t quite cutting it for this lovable lab mix. She needs a proper doggy wheelchair.
AND GUESS WHAT? She’s totally getting one.
You can read the full story of what went down here. It’s probably one of the nicest things I’ve ever helped to accomplish over the course of my journalistic career.
This piece about a woman who accidentally sent a photo of Nicolas Cage looking all freaky-like along with a job application is not quite so moving… but way funny.
And really, that’s what matters most to me. Hilarity.
Gather round, my noodly goons – it’s time for us to share some tunes!
Click here to make sense of that rhyme then GET BACK, YOU! It’s story time…
I don’t know where that came from, sorry. It’s TUESday BLUESday and I’m feeling LEUpay. And also like this:
Frig… enough with the rhymes – my gears they grind. (THAT ONE WASN’T EVEN GRAMMATICALLY CONSISTENT! *refrains from trying to ork the word “persistent” into a sentence* *writes a coherent line of poetry that ends in the word “persistent” and then deletes it because this is getting quite weird*)
I was going to post a bunch of photos from my weekend yesterday but I ended up falling in love with something else and photoshopping random objects into my hands instead. Look! Slacktory wrote about the fact that I created something based on THEIR creation. So exciting!
Now about this weekend…
I love a me a hot Saturday in the city, especially when I’ve got nothing to do but enjoy it on my own clock.
It’s rare that I don’t have to work AT ALL during a weekend, and normally when faced with such fabulous circumstances I gets the heck out of Dodge-ronto. This weekend though, I decided to stay – and I’m glad. It was good.
Friday night, I worked late but ate some watermelon sorbet in a waffle cone for dinner so… that was okay.
On Saturday, I did my gym thang in the morning and then spent most of the afternoon walking around Queen West, just shopping the shops and peeping the peeps.
Trinity Bellwoods was bumping with people and pets (typical for this park on a sunny Saturday).
“Paws Park Life” was an adorable fundraiser, but an important one too. You can learn more about what the hip, sexy animal lovers at Paws for the Cause do here – and check out the Drool Hunter’s blog for more adorable doggie wash photos.
By the time I hit the washing grounds myself, it was later in the day and most of the terrier traffic had tapered off. I did manage to snap a few big boys getting fresh though:
This little honey heart made my day!
After departing doggy dream-land (and any hope of keeping my suede boots dry) I walked around taking more photos of park people since the camera was already around my neck. Why not?
Some slackliners caught my eye so I stopped to watch.
Brown-pants girl: “Wanna try?”
Me: “Um, CHYEAH!”
I sucked and ended up doing cartwheels and handstands instead. They were impressed by my INCREDIBLE FLEXIBILITY AND BALANCE. My lack of strength would probably have disgusted them if they were they type to be disgusted.
This man was like, 60. He started doing some crazy stuff on a bench nearby and we all skipped over to watch. The cool hippies used their awesome upper body strength to float on the bench too while I continued to do handstands in the grass like “tra la la la la…”
I like my new friends and hope that I’ll see them again in the park. Maybe next time I will be able to remember their names and stay on the slack line for more than 4 seconds at a time. I dumped a whole whack of park and dog photos in a Flickr Gallery here if you’re interested.
Saturday night held killer Rooftop Luau party at a condo building downtown. Lots of young urban professionals. I’d identify as one too since I’m young, urban and professional but duuuude, I spent my day doing handstands in the park with people who don’t shave. I’m not a yuppie.
This is the fourth such party I’ve been to in the span of two weeks and I must say, I’ve got a bit of the condo fever. I live in an apartment above a flower shop right now and it’s great – huge, relatively quiet, perfect location – but I can’t have huge parties on my roof like this…
Somebody was giving out leis with condoms attached, ’cause if you’re gunna get leid you’d better do if safely! Hehehe. Christine wrote more about that party here. I love the way she writes.
Sunday was a “catching up day” (busy week, late Saturday night, mountain of laundry watching me sleep… shick had to be done).
I went for a run in the park near my house in the evening. It was not lovely. You can read why here.
Bow wow WOAH, betches!
The dog days of summer are finally here. Bye bye weird balloon bootie things, hello Muttley McMerriment.
(Hint: This is a giveaway post. Slightly more specific yet entirely misleading hint: I am giving away lots and lots of puppies. Truth: I am giving away a copy of Christopher Weingarten’s brand new book, Hipster Puppies)
Meet Jack: He’s a strict vegan except for fish, some chicken, honey, gummi worms, yogurt and white castle hamburgers…
Like Jack, Muffin arrogantly insists that she doesn’t “own a tv,” but still watches Mad Men and Arrested Development on her Macbook Pro. Daisy needs to know the “bathroom sitch” at the club tonight, because she’s on day 5 of the master cleanse and Sounder isn’t exactly sure what dubstep is, but is still complaining about the lack of it at pitchfork fest this year.
Popeye insists he doesn’t have “a thing for asian girls,” even though his last four girlfriends have been Pekingese.
If there’s anything I love more than looking at pictures of cute dogs (aside from actually seeing cute dogs in real life), it’s… well, my mom & dad I guess. And then making fun of hipsters.
Yeah that’s right, Sister Bear. Queenie’s not a bully, she’s just too cool for you (and according to Wikipedia, she’s also the most flirtatious of all she-cubs).
I bought that headband from American Apparel two years ago, by the way. NBD.
Uh, Anyhoo – as much as I love puppies and hipster bashing, I love great Tumblogs (and resultant book deals – FAH-Q, GQ!).
And good it was. Good it IS!
As lulzy and smart as it is adorable, this book makes my eyes and brain happy at the same time. Like School House Rock, but funnier and with more puppies.
I’m sorry – that was a terrible analogy. I just wanted an excuse to put this on my blog:
Want your own copy of Hipster Puppies? Just drop me a comment with the name of YOUR DOGGIE below (or, if you’re dogless like me, your imaginary doggie). That’s it, that’s all – easy as a Poodle with daddy issues in heat,
And if you don’t end up scoring a copy here, you can pre-order one from Amazon.
Meh. She’s cute, but I don’t see it. I think I look more like the dog on the cover of Hipster Puppies. Amirite?
This morning, I went out for breakfast with the Blondetourage and drank lots and lots of coffee out of a sweet little cup.
I did not steal this cup.
I did not steal this cup.
I did not steal this cup.
Batman doesn’t steal restaurant china. Only hearts.
Post-caffeination, I met up with my friend Superman in the children’s clothing section at a Zellers in Collingwood.
Little did I know that I’d meet a FRICKIN’ SHARK backstage.
I ate his gummy FACE OFF and it was DELICIOUS. Ha.
Batman = 1. Gummy Shark = 0.
Then I met a cute dog and took a picture with it – obvs.
I saw lots of great dogs, actually… and a snail too. WITH A SHELL.
But I’ll write more about that a different day.
Batman’s got to be at work for 8:00 a.m. tomorrow morning – chilling at the Daily Planet with my boy Clark.
You know how I roll.