Tag Archives: pets

Please, no.

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I dislike cutsie.

My house is not filled with smiling cherub chotchkies or puppy angel geegaws. I do not post overly sweet photos of newborn babies reclining in hollowed out pumpkins.

So it should come as no surprise that I’m not a fan of nauseatingly precious named products.

If you have a pet odor remover? Say so….

Don’t get cute.

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This goes for crap collectors…

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Dog litter…

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And pet bathing hoses.

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Rinseroo?

I feel a cavity coming on just reading these.

But the worst?

This answer to the question Who’s your daddy?

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Pet fur is not the correct answer.

No.

It’s not even close….

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More random nonsense.

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With Thanksgiving right around the bend, my mind naturally turns to food. Visions of a glistening, perfectly roasted, juicy bird take center stage… and I can guarantee you it’s not this kind.

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A plant based turkey?

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An already stuffed with God knows what plant based turkey?

Not on my holiday table.

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Backyard color.

(Disclaimer-this pic was taken before the N’Or Easter. The wind stripped her bare)

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But yes, the burning bushes are burning.

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I have to ask… wouldn’t duct tape work just as well?

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten doesn’t care.

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I’ve always found this to be true.

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Random stuff.

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For those of you who haven’t seen the header image on my blog this month…

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Flying woodchuck witches seemed more than appropriate.

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Birds?

Yeah, we got ‘em.

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Flocks of hundreds of starlings that fly in and empty our bird feeders in record time.

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I’m guessing “Your nuts are in this box” is not a package most men expect to receive.

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Can you see the beautiful buck hidden behind the blueberry bushes?

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It seems Lord Dudley Mountcatten has had enough of the glorious fall foliage.

And finally, in honor of Halloween…

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I wish I’d seen this sooner.

It’s a holiday yard decoration I could totally get behind.

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Give New Yorkers an inch….

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Yours truly was born in New Jersey and my late father was Vice President of a Wall Street firm. We spent a lot of time in the city…. and I never ceased to be amazed at the resiliency of New Yorkers.

They adapt and barrel through life with a determination to be admired.

Case in point? The new law stating only dogs who fit in a bag will be allowed on the subway.

New Yorkers heard….

And in true Big Apple fashion, adapted.

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What I love most about these pictures? Even the dogs are New Yorkers.

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Best. Use. Of. L.L. Bean bag. Ever.

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And while all of those dog in bag shots are wonderful?

I think this last one wins the prize.

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Another one bites the dust.

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His Lordship was on high alert after hearing something in the backyard stone wall.

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Not finding anything, he tried the front lawn stone wall.

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After narrowly missing a chipmunk there….

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He returned to the back lawn stone wall… and waited.

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Patience paid off. He snatched a mouse out of a rock crevice and ran with it to the back door, which was thankfully closed. Rodent death was fairly quick this time around …

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So Dudley got bored with his prize and headed back to the wall. Leaving another fresh carcass for yours truly.

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Is it me?

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Christina’s World is one of Andrew Wyeth’s most famous paintings.

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So surely I can’t be the only one who sees the similarities here….

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Let’s examine the Museum of Modern Art’s description. I’ve circled the pertinent parts for comparison.

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Am I right, or am I right?

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And while Lord Dudley doesn’t have polio like poor Christina, he does share her propensity for crawling…. so I’m calling it.

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