I spend way too much time worrying that my dog is not actually happy.
Despite the fact that he’s a dog and gets great pleasure from things like chewing on sticks, smelling other dogs butts, and trying to eat poop, I still worry that he feels like there’s something missing in his life.
that’s what’s great about dogs. that is a complete life. and we are supposedly the *advanced* species
But does he really like the tummy rubs, or is he just tolerating them because he knows I’ll stop eventually?
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My dog can Skype! (Original) (by Ali Wasel)
Cardiff was briefly interested in what they were saying, but decided to go back to sleep instead.
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(by suki……)
This makes me want to write a story about a little dog who likes to dress up like other animals and spends all day pretending to be that animal. I don’t know how he gets in and out of costume, unless he just drags the outfit to his owners and sits there staring at them until they put it on him, and they’re just all “Yeah, whatever. Bentley’s a sheep today.” And the dog is only happy when he gets to wear an outfit.
Oh. Wait. There. I just wrote it. Enjoy.
So I found this Welsh Terrier wandering around the Mcdonalds in my hometown. Its odd, b/c you never see this breed of dogs around here. Anyway, I took him to the local vet, who’s going to keep him for a few days, call everyone in their system that has a Welsh Terrier, see if theirs is missing. He had a locating chip, but whoever got it never registered it, so we can’t find the owner. Wish I could keep him. He’s the sweetest dog ever. SO cute.
Mystery Meat: REVEALED!
We think we finally have a solution to the mystery meat in the yard. His name is Yardcat.
It looks like he’s been setting up a base under the black eyed susans (with occasional stops under the fig tree). He’s very friendly, good with dogs, and actually belongs to a neighbor who believes that cats should be outside most of the time. I’m sure he has a real name, but I’ve just started calling him Yardcat.
There’s also a Mrs Yardcat. 
She also belongs to the same neighbor, and she’s much shyer.
I still don’t want the dog eating what he finds in the yard, but I’m considerably less creeped out now. And Cardiff has a new friend. 
Every time I go by a playground I want to put my dog in a swing. I don’t think he’d sit still and just go with it, though.
(via theanimalblog)
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