This, everyday this… Luckily today they parked themselves on the desk I hardly use.
Romain Jarry has just invented the Dog’ O’ matic, a machine that cleans household dogs.
via TIME
I.SO.NEED.THIS!
Reblogged from This is 1 Nation.
This morning I accidentally squeezed the toothpaste way too hard. As a result, lots of toothpaste flowed into my hands. I hate waste. It’s one of those things that really upset me, so, I ended up eating the excess toothpaste. Yup, I ate a considerable amount of toothpaste for breakfast. And then I remembered that CSI episode from a few months ago where someone is murdered with a toothpaste overdose. So I just spent the past ten minutes googling for the sympthoms of toothpaste poisoning.
Looks like I am safe. The effects should have been almost immediate.
Number 6, cheer up, please… you always brighten up my day! Incidentally, wanna come have breakfast at my place? Guess what I am serving?
Specifically, Bowie loves to pee. Everywhere. I come home, she gets excited, cue urine, everywhere OH MY G-D. I’m amazed at how much urine can come out of such a small dog. I’ve tried ignoring her (sadface!), being super extra calm when I get in (difficult, I’m naturally high-strung, but I handle it), treating her when she calms down, all the anti-submissive peeing stuff. I’m stumped — what do I do?
/dog-TMI
ETA: I should clarify that she doesn’t have any health problems that would cause this — no nerve damage, bladder infections, that sort of thing. When this first became an issue, like the good little helicopter papa I am I rushed her to the vet, where I was summarily laughed at for being so worried.
Did you just move in with me?! The puppy is creating a living mess out of my house. Pee has become the least of my concerns, with other bodily functions creating much more gruesome situations. I adore her, but this is definetely out of hand now…
"Some people reblog in such an indiscriminate manner, and with such frequency (there is one person in particular who goes as far as posting a good 25/30 reblogs per hour!) that they do not seem to realize they have reblogged the exact same photo two hours ago from another Tumblr. What’s the point of that? I do not get it…"
My friend Sal, whose birthday we will be celebrating in Vienna soon. Sadly, I haven’t been able to convince him to dress like this while I parade him around the city’s concert halls. Objectifying the men in my life? You bet! Shame he would prefer to wear some of my jackets instead.
Sita is being a good puppy.
