Five Pounds of Love

Meet Miki:

He is a Morkie (Maltese and Yorkie mix), was born on July 11th, and has stole the hearts of my mum, dad, sister, and me. This little dude loves darting under our feet and pacing around the house to learn the lay of the land. He has the best fluffy hair-do which flops over his eyes in a "I will cause all the bitches (proper use of this word) in the yard to swoon".

At this point, we know very little about Miki and his interests. What we have determined is that he loves decorating his crate with small items he finds around the house (such as a travel size tissue pack, and a fake cardboard cellphone from a cellphone accessory), and has a thing for all things made of paper. Don't drop a receipt around him, he will pounce.

I can't wait for my next visit back home so I can cuddle up with the ball of fluff. Seriously, try to resist this dude.

Never underestimate the Tortoise

Today is the Friday before Columbus Day weekend. Did I expect any extra traffic on my drive home from work today? Heck no. Was I concerned that my car barely had any gas left when I left the parking garage? Nope. Should I have been? Pretty much.

The traffic was bad. In fact, it might have been some of the worst I have ever traveled in since I started commuting 10 months ago. Am I exaggerating? Don't think so. Here's why:

Things were moving fairly well until I had to turn onto North Harvard. There was nothing to clue me into the monster grid lock I was about to drive into. But I got about halfway to the next light and had to come to a complete stop. This never happens. I am usually pretty good until I get onto the bridge. At first, I thought no big deal, we will move. Oh man, how wrong was I. Below is a map of the area. From where North Harvard hits Western to where it crosses Memorial is .6 of a mile.

Do you know what went faster than me? For .6 miles -- which is just over a mile remember.

Nope, not a bike.

OR a runner

Or a vespa

Or a something else you think of when you think fast.

I was beaten by a DACHSHUND. The only thing worse would have been a chihuahua.


I saw the little guy just as I went through the intersection. He was frolicking in some grass. I thought to myself - cuuuuuuuute. Seeing him made me think that it was a good sign for a great weekend. Then I hit traffic and started to stress about the lack of gas in my car. That stress only rose when, still only about halfway over the bridge, I see this same dog pass by me on the sidewalk. Oye.

Don't worry friends, I managed to cut around the worst of the traffic and coasted into the gas station on fumes.

Puppy after my own heart

I subscribe to The Daily Puppy. These emails definitely help me get through the hours between nine and five by giving me a dose of AWWWWWWW each morning. Today's little pooch is not only super cute, but also a coffee addict. :)

Awwww Puppies!

I was watching the tv and there were a slew of commercials starring puppies. Of course I couldn't bring myself to fast forward any of them. The first was for Pedigree dog food. The company is donating a portion of the sales for each purchase of Pedigree food. I was so moved by the commercial I was tempted to purchase some even though I do not own a dog. Please know that I quickly realized it would make more sense to just donate directly to local shelters.

The next commercial was a Cesar dog food commercial that just makes me smile. Nothing like a Great Dane trying to fit in a bike basket. :)

Everyone Loves a Good Mustache

I saw a link for the dog-stache on twitter this morning and did a little internet research to find out more about this amazing product.



Your pet can now double as Snidely Whiplash. I have been wanting a dog so badly lately and reminding my parents how awesome it would be if they rescued another one. Sadly, they are not biting, but if they were to give in, this would be the first toy I would purchase for our new four legged friend. A close second would be the matching tongue.




Both items can be purchased on Amazon.

What is the point of hipsters if not to poke fun of them?

Websites and blogs devoted to poking fun at the hipster culture and style have been running rampant lately. We have all seen Look At This Fucking Hipster that started back in March 2009. It provided me a little amusement, but I soon stopped checking the new pictures.

Then came Unhappy Hipster. This blog focuses in on images that are found in Dwell Magazine. While the designs are minimalistic they provide ample material to create witty and comic taglines.

The debate — whether the ubiquity of suburban neo-modern developments was really an upgrade from new-money McMansions — ended in a standoff, mired by the generation gap.

(Photo: David Lauridsen, Dwell, July/August 2008)

That has to be one of my favorite entries.

But I have to say, we have found the ultimate hipster blog. Hipster puppies. We have learned that hipsters may be too cool for most things, but they are not above dressing their dogs in their own weird ass clothing. Personally, I feel this blog has some major staying power! Below is one of the newer posts. It reminds me about why, as a driver and pedestrian, I hate bicyclists.

lola bean believes “cars suck” and cyclists have a “right to the road”—but has no idea how mean and annoying she is to pedestrians

[photo via elizabeth e]

Snuggie has done it again

There is now a Snuggie for Dogs. This product is advertised to replace doggie sweaters because dogs hate having their heads pushed through the head holes and their arms twisted through the sleeves.

Just a thought, but maybe that means that you shouldn't attempt to dress dogs like people. Just a thought...

The snuggie for dogs comes in large, medium, small and extra small. I wish they had put teacup as the smallest size, that would have at least been more consistant with dogs. The Snuggie people let you know that dogs LOVE to wear them both outside and inside - particularly while napping on the couch with their owner who is in a matching outfit.

Fairly certain my two dogs would go insane if we ever tried to put something like this on them. But then again, my dogs were neurotic.