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intriguingpeoplebyangelafloyd · 1 month ago

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CARRIE FISHER

21 October 1956 – 27 December 2016

Carrie Fisher was an American actress and writer. She is best known for playing Princess Leia in the Star Wars series. She also appeared in The Blues Brothers (1980), The Burbs’ (1989), Scream 3 (2000), Frankenstein (1984), Roseanne (1997), and Sex and the City (2000).

Fisher was born in Burbank, California, to Debbie Reynolds and Eddie Fisher. Her grandparents were Russian Jewish immigrants, and she also was of Scottish and English descent. Fisher loved reading books growing up and was known to the family as ‘the bookworm’. She attended Beverly Hills High School until she was 15.

Fisher was in a relationship with music artist Paul Simon from 1977 until 1983. She was briefly engaged to actor Dan Aykroyd during the filming of The Blues Brothers but got back together with Paul Simon and who she married from 1983 to 1984. She had a child with her agent Bryan Lourd, but he was a homosexual, so it didn’t last. During the filming of Star Wars (1976) she had a three-month affair with Harrison Ford and continued to have a soft spot for him after it was over.

In 2005, R. Gregory ‘Greg’ Stevens, a friend of hers died in her mansion, from drug use and heart disease. Fisher claimed he haunted her mansion which unsettled her. Fisher suffered from bipolar disorder and had been addicted to cocaine and prescription medication. Fisher did a lot of work for different charity organizations and owned a fur son, a French bulldog, Gary.

Fisher was on a European book tour before she died and appeared on the Graham Norton Show. On 23 December 2016 she was flying from London to Los Angeles when she stopped breathing 15 minutes before the plane landed. A passenger performed CPR on her until the paramedics arrived at the scene. She was taken by ambulance to the medical centre and was placed on a ventilator. She was in intensive care for four days before she died on 27 December, aged 60. She died from cardiac arrest, fatty tissue on her arteries, and had cocaine in her system with traces of heroin, opiates and MDMA. Her mother Debbie was with her family planning Carrie’s burial arrangements when she had a stroke, before she died she said “I want to be with Carrie’ before she died that afternoon from a stroke. Carrie and Debbie were a Hollywood mother-daughter duo with mutual love and support, and the two were buried together. Carrie’s dog Gary was put in the care of her daughter.

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#carrie fisher #carriefisher #star wars #princess leia

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avitaknews · 4 years ago

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Patna: डॉग शो में अमेरिकन बुलडॉग की हार्ट अटैक से मौत, लापरवाही से गई बेजुबान की जान, गर्मी से बचने का नहीं था इंतजाम

बिहार वेटनरी कॉलेज में शनिवार को डॉग शो के दौरान अचानक एक इंग्लिश बुलडॉग की मौत हो गई। शो में वेटनरी के इमरजेंसी से लेकर मेडिसिन और सर्जरी के दर्जनों डॉक्टर मौजूद थे, लेकिन बुलडॉग को बचाया नहीं जा… Source link

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gamer-logic · 3 years ago

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Hetalia Platonic Ships Week Day 4 Annual Canadian-American Sleepover

Allen and James had never had the pleasure of experiencing the annual Canadian-American sleepover/prank way before, so the kids all decide to 'initiate them.' Pure chaos ensues.

They all have the sleepover at Alfred's place since it's the biggest.

Full-on prank war starts right out of the gate. Allen and James are immediately initiated by everyone with the oldest trick in the book: getting slathered in maple syrup and chicken feathers. Louisiana teams up with Ontario to terrorize Quebec voodoo-based pranks. Of course, Allen runs damage control makes sure to keep track of what they're doing, and cancel any horrible aftereffects. Nevada runs bets on who falls for what prank. The highest is California falling for the kale snack that's actually grass prank. With Tony's help, Alfred pranks Mathew by beaming down beavers on his head and teleporting him into a giant pile of maple leaves filled with syrup. Mathew immediately retaliates by jump scaring him with a creepy eagle mask every time he enters a room then chases him into the barn where he's covered in ketchup and mustard.

Pennsylvania and New Brunswick team up to switch PEI's hair care products and New Jersey's hair gel. They also replace New Jersey's bottle of soap with Tan in a Can mixed with Cheeto puff powder. Saskatchewan and Nunavut scare New York and make him think Wendigos are after him. New Mexico and Arizona fill every bit of Minnesota's winter gear with desert sand. North Dakota and North Carolina team up against South Dakota and South Carolina in a giant nerf war. Delaware, being Delaware, puts sticky notes on everything. There's can only be one. The Southern States team up to terrorize Florida in revenge for Florida man. They convince Florida she needs to around dressed as all their state football mascots to ward off Florida man who's coming to fight her Alligators.

Arkansas borrows Lousiana's pet pelican and trains it to dive-bomb Alabama and Mississippi with stink bombs. Texas mixes his five-alarm chili seasoning in with food and gets people to eat it. Alfred easily falls for this when it's put in ice cream. Mathew as well when it's put in poutine. Wisconsin makes various cheese replicas of everyday items and replaces them. He'll go around just eating things like a lamp in front of people to subtly frick with them and make them question reality. Oregon tye dyes everything Washington has. Tennesee has trained various chickens to crow at Kentucky at various hours of the day whenever she walks by. Hawaii and Alaska are currently leading on the scoreboard because, despite their unassuming looks, they're little devils, especially when hyped on sugar.

Their most successful one to date would be tying one end of Texas' lasso to Ameriwhale and telling him they found it, giving him the other end, and making him go for a swim. British Columbia and Alberta accompany Maryland who loves subtly messing with Mr. Perfectionist Delaware by moving everything he has in his room an inch over to the right and making everything crooked. Kansas, Nebraska, and Iowa rig a popcorn matching to shoot popcorn at random intervals. James ducktapes Allen's shades to his head and his bat to the top of the tallest tree in the yard. He also trains Kuma to roar in his face every time he turns a corner and turns on Jersey Shore every time he comes close to a TV to get him stuck using that accent for a whole day. Allen retaliates by hiding his hockey stick in a nearby beaver dam, dies all his flannel pink and puts polka dots on them, puts honey in his scruff and hair which makes Kuma chase him down to lick it off. He also rigs his motorbike to be remote controlled (a trick learned from Massachusettes) and attaches the back of his paints to it, making them fly off.

Eventually, things start settling down and everyone starts up the movies and eats pizza. The award for the best prank goes to, surprisingly, Wyoming and Newfoundland who actually are aresponsible for over 20+ pranks with Hawaii and Alaska in a close second and Wisconsin in third for sheer creativity. Wyoming enlists Newfoundland to help her set this up, swearing him to secrecy. Many of their pranks include creating an impossible-to-navigate maze and trick people to go in, being continually chased by prairies dogs, gophers, and various farm animals, rigging various wire traps around the house and whenever someone activates one they immediately get pied in the face, and somehow rigging every toilet in the house to flush and sing Another One Bites the Dust on command. No one knows where they got them or how they managed to do this in such a short time. They were also never caught until the scores are tallied and they revealed themselves after no one could figure out who did most of the pranks. It's always the shy ones.

About five minutes into the movie, New Jersey hits New York with a pillow starting another all-out brawl. Texas immediately goes big with a bean bag chair because it's on like Donkey Kong and his motto is 'go big or go home!' Even Delaware, usually a tightwad, gets crazy and helps West Virginia target, Virginia. All of the New England states hunker down in a pillow fort under heavy fire with the Southern states who also vote unanimously to sacrifice Florida. Oklahoma and the rest of Tornado Alley team up and become a giant collective twister of unstoppable force. The battle of the 48th parallel states and provinces i.e. BC, Alberta, Ontario, Saskatchewan, Manitoba, and Ontario vs. Minnesota, North Dakota, Montana, Idaho, and Washington rages on with South Dakota betraying them for the chance to hit North Dakota and Ontario also going rouge after being booted out. Eventually, though, they reveal their double agent status which decimates both sides. Mathew and James immediately go into hockey mode while Allen goes into baseball mode and Alfred into football mode.

The party shows no signs of slowing as the chaos continues late into the night. Everyone wakes up the next morning to find feathers everywhere, Texas' entire cowboy hat collection on the roof, PEI, Ontario, New Jersey, California, and Quebec are all duct tapped to the ceiling, Kansas is wearing a Dorothy costume while Maryland wakes up surrounded by hermit crabs. Georgia is covered in peaches and Florida is seemingly missing until they find her safe and sound in the pool snoozing on a giant Alligator float still in the Bulldog costume with every other state mascot suit next to her. Manitoba, Utah, Kentucky, and Nebraska all wake up in the barn with the chickens crowing. Texas is sleeping on top of his bull ride with his state flag dropped over him. Alfred wakes up in the bathtub in a Captain America costume and Mathew Wakes up in the shower with a Captain Canada costume on. Allen and James come out of things relatively unscathed with Allen crashed on the couch with his motorbike covered in glitter courtesy of Hawaii and Alaska in the living room and James with Kuma in the garage with Wisconsin's cow and goats. Basically, everything is pure chaos and no one knows what has been replaced by cheese and what hasn't. Needless to say, Allen and James' first annual family prank war/sleepver was a success. See y'all next year!

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anonymoushouseplantfan · 4 years ago

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Tina Brown in The Spectator, 6 March 2021

"Hollywood can’t believe Harry’s dissed Queen Oprah"

Santa Monica is a soothing place to be locked down. I moved here from New York for four months in November with my two adult kids after I lost my beloved husband, Harry Evans [HE died in Sept 202]. I couldn’t face the task of finishing a book in our empty country house where for years we’d shown each other our pages at the end of the day and laughed over chicken pot pie. Meanwhile in Manhattan, I was tired of pretending that freezing outdoor dining, with buses barrelling past, was like sitting on the sidewalk at Les Deux Magots in Paris. With the California sun on my back at breakfast, and the orange trees in my garden, I have the calm I need to reflect on happy times with Harry.

The theft of Lady Gaga’s French bulldogs sent a chill through the serenely ensconced household. Just before Christmas, my daughter Izzy took possession of a three-month-old English bulldog, acquired from Linda’s Klassy Kennel in Oklahoma. I was dubious. Izzy is a documentary producer who travels a lot, I’ve always been a cat person, and a red-state bulldog would surely bark for Trump. But as a flow of snaps arrived of a splotchy pink-snouted puppy — a runty number four in the litter — I started to feel the excited stirrings of cross-species motherhood. Three days before Christmas we got the call. An RV van driven from Oklahoma would meet us in the car park outside an Anaheim 7-Eleven at 8 p.m. There, a bearded dude emerged and handed Izzy a small bundle.

What else could it have been but love at first sight? Gimli, as Izzy has called her (after the wise dwarf in Lord of the Rings) is a ‘bulldoglet’ from heaven. Her soft corrugated nose immediately burrowed into Izzy’s shoulder. Every day starts with what we call Storming the Capitol. Gimli’s crate door opens and she bursts out, furiously wagging her stump of a tail and hurling herself at my bed. We have decided that she was sent to us by my husband. She has so many of his characteristics: dogged (literally) tenacity; fearless when wrestling with dogs three times her size; and never more content than when chomping through a manuscript.

It’s amazing how differently the Duke and Duchess of Sussex are perceived in America. In Hollywood there’s been much consternation about how the timing of (ex-Prince) Harry’s larky bus trip stunt with James Corden once again dissed the Queen — not his grandma (for a change), but America’s Queen, Oprah Winfrey. ‘Who does that?’ went the text messages. Who gives an exclusive heart-to-heart to Oprah, then goes off before it’s aired and does a knockabout with Corden, when Her Media Majesty’s much-touted scoop is still in the can? No doubt it was supposed to be ‘just fun’, but Corden was sly enough to slip in news-making questions that rained on Oprah’s parade. Harry and Meghan, it’s very clear, want to be all-conquering celebrities. But there are rules of the game in Hollywood — just as there are at Buckingham Palace. The Oprah solecism apart, Harry aced the Corden show. He was self-deprecating, funny and hot. British hand-wringing about letting down the immutable dignity of the royal family is greeted here with snorts. Americans see the much-touted Windsor version of ‘public service’ as posh people being made to do boring things they hate every day, usually in bad weather. Harry’s version of it sounds way more fun. Netflix deals, podcasts, lolling barefoot in the garden of an 11-bedroom mansion, a Zoom here and there… What’s not to like? In Harry and Meghan’s real estate circles, Frogmore Cottage would be marketed as a tear-down.

The larger question they have to answer is whether Harry is a celebrity royal or a royal celebrity. He seems to have picked the latter. There’s less job security that way, but more money. But I suspect he still believes he’s the former — a royal prince somehow disaggregated from the duties of the Crown. And this makes things awkward. How can he then talk with a straight face to Oprah about ‘public service’, even as his grandmother, the real Queen, faces the loss of her husband, who for 70 years upheld his coronation oath to be her ‘liege man of life and limb’? Perhaps Harry is simply ahead of the curve. After all, in politics, disaggregation from any recognisable legislative platform is now a way of life for the Republican party. The annual CPAC conference in mask-free Orlando showed how policy, like public service, is a fusty old concept for doddering throwbacks like President Biden. Trump is now literally, as well as figuratively, the pouty blimp who hovers over the party. The tedious business of governing — another kind of public service — goes on without him. And for that we are thankful, all of us — our bulldog Gimli included.

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doberbutts · 5 years ago

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On the same topic re:yesterday of tiny dogs and how people treat them:

At this point I’m sure I’m known as the dog blog that writes all those “in defense of brachy dogs” posts (hi) buuuuuuuutttttt...

Having been doing a lot of research lately regarding well bred chihuahuas, because reasons, I must admit I’m pleasantly surprised. I tried not to include them in my previous posts regarding brachy breeds- despite them being brachy- outside of specifically my dog Tiki because she specifically had some problems due to being brachy (which directly contributed to her death), just because my experience with actually well bred chihuahuas is/was fairly minimal... But now that I’m looking more into the ins and outs of health testing requirements and suggestions, I must say that I sort of wish all breeds had such rigorous testing as a general rule. Sure, not all breeders go into the details like this, but even still, I’m quite liking what I’m finding.

First: COI is automatically estimated on their breed pedigree website based on the known pedigrees of the dog (this is a somewhat flawed way of doing things, but is also more effort to track COI than most dobe pedigree websites I’ve seen)- and the average COI I’ve seen thus far has been less than 5% with more than half of the dogs I’ve checked being under 1%. I don’t need to explain why the first time I saw 0.25% as an estimated COI my first instinct was to say HOLY SHIT.

Additionally I noticed that breeders that were inching close to or just over that 5% range would immediately breed those higher COI dogs to dogs that were completely unrelated within a 10-15 generation pedigree, thus producing puppies well under 5% again. As many of you well know, my breed (dobermans) has an absurdly high COI as a general rule with the average dog being in the 40% range. Creed’s COI is considered lower for a doberman and his is around 35%. An upcoming litter is bragging about the lowest COI they’ve heard of in the breed- 22%. Keep in mind that nearly every piece of research regarding COI percentages recommend that no breed get higher than 10%.

Adding onto the breed pedigree website- it lists all available health testing results of the dog, both good and bad, cause of death and age of death, and what titles the dog has (the most used american dobe pedigree website does the same)- and that led me to an important discovery:

Chihuahuas are the only breed that may show with a molera- a soft spot in the skull that may or may not close in adulthood. Moleras are weird because they are not a guarantee the dog has hydrocephalus, but the presence of them (especially if the dog has several) may indicate a problem. With the large, dome-shaped skull that Chihuahuas are known for (”apple-head”), this creates a problem where it can be difficult to see if the dog has hydro and that’s why the head is so big... or if it’s just the bred-in head appearance. Brachy dogs are also especially prone to the condition, which makes things even more difficult because Chihuahuas are brachy too. Tiki had two moleras, and also according to her specialist “almost definitely” had hydro which also complicated her condition and led to her death.

The Chihuahua pedigree website also tracks moleras and hydrocephalus, and states which dogs carry moleras into adulthood, and also which dogs have or have produced puppies with hydro. I was pleasantly surprised to learn that many breeders do xrays, ultrasounds, and CT scans of the head to ensure that their dogs are not affected by this and will not pass it on!

Which finally brings me to the elephant in the room: CHIHUAHUAS ARE BRACHYCEPHALIC!

And... I was actually quite impressed, as even the illustrated standard and related articles to the Chihuahua breed discuss the need to ensure proper dentition and bites as an early warning sign that the brachy skull was beginning to warp to negatively effect the breed. Demands that the nares be open wide and the nose moist. That the sound of the dog breathing should be as natural as possible. The dogs should be spry, active, capable of exercising on a hot day. The recommendation to use the aforementioned xrays, ultrasounds, and CT scans to also double check that the sinus cavity and nasal passages were wide open to ensure healthy breathing. A shorter nose with a large skull, but not to the detriment of the dog in question.

And this is what I am frequently talking about when I say that I have seen brachy dogs that are not suffering from the negative effects that everyone on the internet likes to harp on about. Chis are a brachy breed. They are just as much at risk for all of the brachy problems as pugs, frenchies, bostons, bulldogs, and more. They are almost always included in diseases that distinctly affect those “flat faced” brachy breeds, despite the fact that Chihuahuas do actually have some length to their muzzle and the standard specifically states that a flat-faced chi would be so faulty it might as well not be called a chihuahua anymore. This is why I am constantly losing my mind at the concept that adding an inch or two onto a pug or bulldog face will magic all the problems away- it won’t! Chis are just as likely to be affected by these problems, and in many cases chis are affected by these problems.

I lost my 10 month old puppy to brachycephalism and an autoimmune disorder. Full stop. My dog fucking died because of these problems, and she! had! length! on! her! snout! But that didn’t matter, because the inner airways were pinched, her warped skull put her at high risk for dangerous pressure to build up in her brain case, and her shitty genetics failed her body’s natural defense system that could have otherwise allowed her to survive these conditions. I spent more than 6000USD to try and give her a chance at life and she died anyway. Horrifically. Tragically.

I never want to see anyone acting like adding an inch onto the snout of a brachy dog will snap its fingers and magic away all the brachy problems ever again. I will continue making my In Defense Of Brachy dogs posts, because I’ve actually lived this nightmare and it’s been awful. Tiki had 2 inches of snout that stuck out of her face and still died because she was brachy. If whatever brachy fix has gripped the internet isn’t also doing what the Chihuahua standard and breed club recommend- xrays, CT scans, ultrasounds, scopes into the airways, tracking the instances of other characteristics such as poor dentition, bad bites, hydro, and more... then what they’re actually doing is selling you some well-marketted pseudo-science and hoping you won’t call them on it. Those dogs are not healthier. They’re ticking timebombs. And at some point, someone’s going to get one, and lose another puppy to the same thing.

I don’t ever want to see anyone saying that dog traits they happen not to like are specifically the cause of inbreeding, when the “bad traits” dogs are at such a low COI percentage they’re under a single percent at some points, and the “good traits” dogs are touching on 50%.

I don’t ever want to see anyone saying that mutts are always healthier than purebreds, when Tiki was almost guaranteed to not be purebred and died at fucking 10 months old meanwhile most purebred chis live well into their late teens and even early twenties.

Researching deep into chis has shown me there is actually a way to do these things correctly. And if whatever viral page isn’t at least living up to these standards, then you are absolutely being taken in by someone who is either ignorant or someone who is betting you are.

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geek-gem · 4 years ago

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My Dog Passed Away Today

....I just want that title out of the way......but I wanna say something too. I’m not a guy while I do talk about my life sometimes or so. But I’m not a person who reveal big details. Especially of what I look like because I have some personal issues. Including you just wanna be careful with the internet. Despite two of my best friends talking about how it’s okay to show your face.

But.....something happened today and it’s that title. Today we were having this huge party. It was for the graduates that graduated this year. Especially me, and many people were in the pool. It went on for I think 2 hours my mom said. It was a lot of fun. At one point our dog Jojo, an American Bulldog was let out of this area we put him in. He got in the pool twice.

The first with many people in the pool. Basically that I recall they were cheering and glad he was in there. The second time he got in, two kids one of them being my niece was trying to water him and give him water. Despite it looked like she was trying to feed him water with a shovel. But it was nice to see him get that love and even being petted. But someone I knew but forgot said he seemed really hot. I think one of my family friends or my cousins girlfriend but I think family friend.....

So afterwards he was laying down under a palm tree. Then later I got out and was sitting on my towel on a couch...but when one of our family members or whoever was checking on him. She was having her kid play on a swing that I recall. She was wondering about him and I thought he was tired. But when I got there and just well...he wasn’t moving. She even felt him and said I think it didn’t seem like he was breathing. I even checked him and hoped I would hear a heartbeat....it felt like nothing. I even rubbed his stomach with my left hand.....then people were gathering and wondering....I was just outside. Even with my mom and dad checking on him...

I didn’t wanna believe him...I hoped it wasn’t true. But I was glad we had one of my family friends who was visiting saying stuff like he laid under a palm tree or something just this is too much details.....

When I got out there and I needed to know....heard my mom sniffing or so....she looked at me(and think she looked sad and might of sniffed) and said he passed away.

Even when I was inside....I told myself we should of let him inside more, Including I even told this to my mom and me saying I was a terrible owner, that I thought he may of never loved me. That I never prepared for something like this. I was guessing we would of put him down later in life. But she told me he was a 100 in well dog years which I asked or something......

I was actually crying....if I recall my mom said it was okay. But I said I was nearly 23 years old. With me again saying I don’t think he may of loved me. Because I mainly just fed him. She didn’t want me to look at dad holding him by what appeared to be his legs. Told her I was expecting him to carry him bridal style. I even offered to carry him but they didn’t. He put Jojo in the back of his truck.

Yet my mom was helping me or so. I said I am a man but she said it’s okay for a man to cry. But it’s the fact that I even said I handled myself better when her father died. Even told my mom, “Fuck the Summer” and that even before then the Vets should of been opened. His right eye looked weird.

Listen he was a big dog, I didn’t play with him much. He was I guess kind of lazy but I shouldn’t say that. But if I recall my mom and others told me he lived a full life. Again he was a 100 in dog years. I mainly fed him every day as much as I can. I worried and thought if I fed him too much. But just....it’s hard.

I am grateful my family and family friends were there to offer some reassurance. But I just felt angry....even said pain, misery, and suffering...I didn’t want the kids to see me like this. Luckily I took a shower. My dad told me they were gonna bury him in the backyard. But heard him mention backyard when I was done in the shower. Even asked my mom what do they do with a dead dog when I was outside....

While I didn’t see my brother much. Looked like he was affected too. He saw his corpse, but my brother was hanging out with his friends. His eyes were red and I even told my mom when the reveal was still fresh. I was telling her it shouldn’t end like this. I’m talking about the party....

I’m just grateful many people were helping out my mom clean up...even my nana was upset. Even mentioned the five stages of grief or so and I may of passed them already. But I’m just still upset.

But I’m just grateful and it feels symbolic that his last hour or his last moments. It was being surround by love, and he had got under a palm tree. I recall my mom telling me he died in his sleep. Think I even said at least or so that’s better than being put down.

I’m sorry this is long. At one point told my mom’s sister I might start drinking yet I’m not too serious. Yet she said no don’t drink or so. Even told my mom I don’t even know or just how do you tell the kids(my niece and nephew).

Again people were supportive. I felt a bit upset when my dad confirmed he didn’t have his fair share of pets dying when I asked if he had that happened. But my mom’s sister has had some pets died. My mom just came in to see if I was okay. Told her I’m doing okay I think. Yet also told her I’m gonna be in my room for a while. Along with her saying she’s out there if she wants to talk that I recall.....

Here are two photos I took of him that I would of shared with someone on Twitter of them asking to see pictures of our dogs to make him happy.....amazing this is sadly perfect timing.

The first was taken June 4th, and the second was taken June 18th.

He loved laying down there in the heat. Kind of like chilling in the sun. Especially on those rocks. The past some days he was being let in because it was getting so hot....I’m glad I kept these images...I’m definitely not gonna take a picture of his corpse because that’s fucked up. But I may take a picture when he’s buried.

Told my mom when we were outside I think at least no it was I don’t want another dog after this. I remember that I didn’t want a dog. But it was surprise that my dad got him.....I didn’t know how old he was but 100 years.....they said he lived his full life. That’s appreciated honestly. Think I may of said at least I don’t have to feed someone everyday but I forgot and that sounds stupid.......

He was a good dog. Oh my eyes a bit at times when making this. Even though I guess he was a lazy dog. But again he was a good dog. I’m sorry to say this but I felt I may know the pain Doomguy felt with Daisy....

Rest in peace Jojo. It was nice having you.

I’m wondering if I should tag this with my username tag and Jojo. But jojo is a tag and just....it’s maybe best or so not to. I just wanted to share that with all of you if I may not post some things or whatever else. I’m sorry this got long.

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chibinightowl · 5 years ago

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Prompt fill Jaytim "why did i hear a bark from that room?" with Darcy or Spock please?

Jason's arms are warm and strong around Tim and he just wants to melt into him.

"I've been gone too long," Tim whispers as Jason draws back long enough to breathe before leaning in to kiss him again.

"Definitely. You should make it up to me."

"Gladly." Tim presses another kiss to Jason's lips and grabs his hand, leading him up the stairs of the brownstone to their bedroom.

He really has been gone too long. Damn mission. Damn second mission. And the third one that arrived hot on the heels of that one. Small wonder all he wants to do is devour his husband.

As they tumble through the bedroom door, Jason already peeling off his shirt, Tim pauses and listens intently. He thought he heard--

Bark

What?

He looks back down the hall at a closed guestroom door. "Why did I hear a bark from that room?"

"You didn't hear anything." Jason tries to draw Tim back into their room, but there it is again.

Bark

Tim casts accusing eyes at his husband. "I thought we agreed. We weren't going to get another dog after Darcy."

Their old American bulldog had died in his sleep last winter after eleven years of being spoiled rotten by the two of them. It still hurt, his being gone.

Jason has the grace to look ashamed. "I know. But while you were gone, Damian came by."

Tim can see where this is going from a mile away and isn't happy. "Show me."

Taking the lead, Jason pauses outside the guestroom door. The barks grow louder. "Let me go first. He's kinda excitable."

"No kidding."

Jason cracks open the door and a small black nose all but shoves his way out. Undeterred, Tim watches as a white puppy appears, all paws and gangly legs, jumping excitedly at Jason. He kneels and grabs hold of the puppy as he lunges toward Tim. "Damian busted some kind of dog fighting ring a couple weeks ago and found this little guy there. He's on the aggressive side but most of that is just energy to burn."

The hopeful look in Jason's eyes is matched by the soulful gaze of the puppy. Tim is outclassed and he knows it. As soon as he gets things sorted here, Damian will be dealt with. Swiftly.

"I suppose you've named him already?"

Jason grins as Tim kneels, holding his hand out for the pup to sniff. "Nope. Thought I'd let you do the honors. I named Darcy."

The puppy wiggles out of Jason's grasp and Tim finds himself with his hands full as the dog scrambles all over him. He's never really thought about what to name another dog. Jason did all the naming, mostly for their various beta fish over the years and the occasional cat that wandered through the yard.

Still, there has always been a name he's liked...

"Spock," Tim pronounces, rubbing the puppy's floppy ears. "Your name is Spock."

"Live long and prosper," Jason intones, catching hold of the whip that is Spock's long tail.

Tim picks up the puppy. "What now?"

"I was thinkin' we pick up where we left off." Jason stands and waggles his eyebrows.

"With this cockblock? Forget it."

#chibinightowl writes #tim drake #jason todd #jaytim #prompt fill

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Tagged by @missbellaswan thank you!! ❤💗💖

favorite colors: Purple, Pink, Pretty much any shade of blue

last song I listened to: Queen of Disaster by Lana Del Ray (It’s been stuck in my head because of TikTok) and Welcome to Wonderland by Anson Seabra

favorite musicians: I’m a newfound fan of Anson Seabra. I also enjoy lots of showtunes!

favorite song: OMG how could you even ask me that?! I guess right now I’m really into the two aforementioned songs. But it changes all the fricking time! Like, you can’t even ask me my favorite twilight songs anymore! I’ll tell you my girlfriend and I have 2 songs: “A Million Dreams” from the Greatest Showman, and “Love Don’t Run” by Steve Holy

last film I watched: When Marnie was There. Honestly, a masterpiece. I highly recommend it and if anybody wants the link for it, I will share it.

last tv show I watched: I’m rewatching Anne with an E. But the last NEW episode I watched was from The 100

favorite original character: Right now I absolutely am in love with Evelyn Miller from Eve of True Love

sweet, spicy, or savory: ALL OF THEM! LITERALLY ALL OF THEM I LOVE THEM ALL SO MUCH!!!

sparkling water, tea, or coffee: You know, it all depends on the occasion for me. I have developed a taste for sparkling water because I gave up soda 2 years ago (part of weight loss). I’m a theatre kid,so I developed a love for tea. And I always adore my hazelnut coffee!

pets: I technically don’t have any of my own. But here’s a list of the ones my family and I have owned:

Whizzer (Jack Russell Terrier) we had from before my birth until I was 13ish

Vladimir the Impaler (Hedgehog. The only pet that was 100% mine) I had him from 13 until 15. At 15, I gave him to a family friend because high school took up so much time that I felt I couldn’t give him the best life he could ever want. He passed when I was 16.

Monty (American Bombay cat) He was our sweet stoopid bby. We got him before Vladimir I believe...Maybe slightly after. He liked to jump into Vlad’s pen and try to snuggle him. He passed very suddenly when I was about 17 from pneumonia. He had upper respiratory issues...

Tutti (English Bulldog) We rescued this guy four years ago. He was a stud dog most of his life, and lived in an outdoor shed. His only human contact was being roughed up by the guy who owned him and being fed. But his last few weeks/months there, he wasn’t fed at all. We still have him. But he has one paw in the grave and three on a banana peel right now.

Frank (Jack Russell West Highland Terrier mix) After Monty died, my mom and I went and donated all the unopened cat food to our local humane society. This was after that awful hurricane in Florida (Can’t remember it’s name). Frank’s name at the time was Majick, and he arrived before the dogs from Florida, and was there after all of them. My mother fell head over heels for him and decided to foster him. We signed the adoption papers the next day...

i’m tagging: (or anyone else who wants to do it, tag me so i see them!)

@rose-lily-hale @esme-owns-my-heart @basicallyacullen @edwardfucks @the-golden-onion @roselenses @911esme @rosaalee

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“Patience Is A Vulture”: An Interview with Creative Growth Artist Ray Vickers

Ray Vickers thinks it’s “un-American not to have a pet.” It just is. The Oakland-born and bred artist also wants you to know about the exact Thursday he was born, his 120-pound dog named Ace (maybe our favorite dog name to date) and his popular series of dead rabbit illustrations. For this edition of Inside Job — a monthly artists’ series led by LAND Gallery’s Sophia Cosmadopoulos — Vickers chats about his nine years at Creative Growth, his artistic process and all the animals that he’s taken care of.

Creative Growth is an Oakland-based non-profit that serves artists with developmental, mental and physical disabilities, providing a professional studio environment for artistic development, gallery exhibition and representation.

Ray Vickers: Did you know patience is a vulture, ain’t that how it go?

Sophia Cosmadopoulos: I think the saying is patience is a virtue.

RV: I think it’s vulture. And if I found your phone and gave it to you, that’s called a good samurai?

SC: It’s whatever you want it to be. Is that some pepperoni on your drawing?

RV: Oh my goodness [brushes it off]. I told my mom and sister last week, a few days ago, if I see someone, a man, doing a horrible crime, I would take my belt off and spank him. If I see a man doing a crime, I would whoop him. I would hit him with his belt in my right hand and take my belt off and whoop him with my left.

SC: So a double whoop?

RV: Yeah, so what questions you got for me?

SC: Well, would you like to start off by introducing yourself? RV: I’m god. No, I’m not. I am Ray Vickers. V-I-C-K-E-R-S, period. We are in Oakland, California. I was born and raised out here, lemme see, about 31 years. I am 31. Been on this earth 31 years. I lived in Hayward years ago for a short period. But I have been in Oakland pretty much all these years.

SC: Yeah, I grew up out here too. But in San Francisco.

RV: It’s freezing out there, huh? I heard because it be by the ocean.

SC: It is definitely foggier. But now I live in New York where it gets really cold. Have you ever been out there?

RV: No, I can’t really travel because of my pets. I got my two dogs and I got my lizard. And nobody can really feed my lizard his worms. I have a bearded dragon and I feed him mealworms — they are about an inch. My mom will hold my lizard but she won’t feed him worms. So nobody will feed my lizard worms, nobody will walk my dog, he’s nine, he’s 120 pounds, he’s strong. So he used to pull me when I walk him, but he doesn’t pull me no more. So I take his leash and I put it around my waist and I take the leash and I put it around his neck, you know, a chain collar, but he doesn’t really pull me like he used to. His name is Ace.

SC: And what is your lizard’s name?

RV: Jax. J-A-X. He turned a year old on April 19, 2019. I got him when he was small but he’s still growing. He has autism, he don’t like changes. I kiss him on the lips. He don’t like changes. I chilled with him yesterday for about an hour, but I didn’t have time for him on Tuesday or Wednesday. So I picked him up yesterday and he was mad at me because I couldn’t hold him on Tuesday or Wednesday and he tried to bite me. But I told him, if he bite me, I am not going to feed him. It took about 30 seconds and he calmed down. Then I picked him up and I put him, you know, to chill in my pocket for a little bit. I let him sleep. I can pick him up and he can be on my shoulder, chilling with me.

SC: I have never heard of a lizard with autism.

RV: Yeah, it happens. They can have ADD, ADHD, all that.

SC: When did you first start coming to Creative Growth?

RV: Almost nine years, I believe. I come here four days a week: Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday. But Tuesdays I am here from 9:30 to two o’clock because I leave to do my dog walking job, walking my friend’s dog for an hour. She’s a German Shepherd mix. She’s not big, she’s medium, she’s still strong. I leave today at 2:45, I do a dog walking job. But since the time change, unfortunately I don’t get home till about close to five o’clock, where it’s almost dark and dangerous. I hate to be out in a dark period. You know, I have a big dog and I have pepper spray but I still hate to be out in the dark, because that’s when a lot of badness happens. So I leave here every Tuesday about two o’clock on the nose. I am here four days a week.

SC: Can you describe an average day here at Creative Growth? RV: It has its days. It’s good. It’s like, me? I have autism and I say and do stuff without thinking, but I know how to control my impulsiveness here. Like if I saw you talking to somebody, I wouldn’t walk up behind you and talk to you, because I know how to control my ADD and everything. I wouldn’t just butt in and say something because I have R-E-S-P-E-C-T.

SC: And can you describe your artwork to me?

RV: I just draw whatever is in my head. Something simple, nothing fancy. I do dead rabbits that a lot of people like. I don’t know why people like them, but they do. They sell quick.

SC: When did you start making work about dead rabbits?

RV: Well I was watching TV and I had a freezer in my room. I was watching TV and I had a step, kinda like a stairway thing, a step stool, and it fell on my freezer, and my freezer had a dent in it and I looked at the dent, and I automatically thought of a rabbit. But the real part was, I was watching a show called Heroes, I don’t know if you heard of it, but about 30 seconds later, after the commercial, they showed a guy on there killing a rabbit. It was weird because right before that happened an image of a rabbit popped in my head on my freezer. So I started drawing them, and then everybody liked them. So I started making them out of wood and everything and on paper.

SC: And who is killing those rabbits?

RV: It varies. It could be those teddy bears killing them. Because you know those rabbits with the red eyes? I love animals, don’t get me wrong, but you know those rabbits with the red eyes? It scares the holy guacamole out of me. I ain’t gonna lie, it scares the crap out of me. The rabbits with the red eyes? That’s scary. I took my chances with petting a pitbull on the street more than once, I haven’t been attacked by one. But the rabbits with the red eyes? Wowee. I ain’t petting one of those. It would bite my fingers off.

SC: And what’s your process when you draw them?

RV: I just draw them, I just use the main colors, red for the blood, pink is for the ears — no, wait — pink is for the stomach and a purplish color for the ears. I use a hot glue gun to bring out the whiskers. When I see a rabbit with red eyes, it scares the crap out of me, I don’t know why. The next time I see a rabbit, I will leave it alone. As long as it’s cool with me, I am cool with it. Because I have ADD and everything — my mind, it never stops processing everything. Like September 11th happened on a Tuesday. There are just certain things that I can’t forget. I was born on a Thursday, August 20, 1987 and I still remember that I was born on a Thursday. And the 1989 earthquake, you heard about that one? I was two years old and I remember when that happened. There are just certain things I can’t forget, it’s like a gift and a curse.

SC: How long have you been working on your art?

RV: I was drawing as a kid. I was drawing Sonic the Hedgehog and stuff like that. But I didn’t start coming here till like about almost nine years. I was just at home with my leopard gecko. I was just at home watching TV playing PS2 with my leopard gecko on my shoulder. I was just sitting there watching TV with nothing to do and I heard about this place here and I started three days a week. Now I go here four days a week.

SC: Do you like going to exhibitions at Creative Growth or at outside galleries?

RV: Yeah I don’t go to all of them, just certain ones. I always say, if my work ain’t in it, I don’t come.

SC: What are your goals for your art?

RV: I want to go big, you know, platinum? Nah, just to sell, but I would never be cocky if I was rich because the most money I ever had, probably was about one thousand, three and a half, four years ago here. But I am not cocky with money or nothing like that. It’s like I am good at certain things, but I don’t be bragging about it.

SC: What do you do outside of the studio?

RV: I go to Comic Con. The next Comic Con I am going to is August of this year. I remember the first time I was there about three or four years ago, I was there from like 9:40 in the morning to literally 3:00pm. I walked around the whole day, never did sit down. What happened last year was, all I ate was a crummy little bag of trail mix peanuts. That’s all I had. I collect action figures. Like, when people say I’m too old to collect action figures — I’m 31 — they’re probably jealous because they ain’t got the money like I do. Because I’m 31 and I probably have 300 action figures.

SC: Wow, that’s amazing. Can you tell me a little bit more about yourself and how you grew up?

RV: I was born and raised in Oakland. Never knew who my dad was, real mom died when I was 16 and I couldn’t cry because I never lived with her, I was never close. So my main focus was watching Spiderman and cartoons in the 1990s and then going to Comic Con. I used to have a leopard gecko, now I have a bearded dragon, a bulldog and a Newfoundland.

SC: It seems like you’re a real animal guy. What’s your favorite animal?

RV: My favorite reptile would be a bearded dragon, still my favorite reptile. I like snakes too. Any animals, I am all for — any animals. I was learning something the other day — that caterpillars, I think it was in Australia — no, London, that caterpillars can actually make silk like spiders and they can silken up houses and trees and cars and all that kind of stuff. A monarch butterfly can fly 1,100 feet in the air. An armadillo’s shell is literally pretty much bulletproof, and they can actually give people leprosy. I was learning a lot of stuff on the animal shows.

SC: You’ve told me a lot about your lizard, what about your dogs?

RV: Both my dogs get along fine, but the bulldog, I actually found her four years ago by the bus stop. And I couldn’t leave her there, and I promised myself that I wasn’t gonna bring home another dog, because I had a Pomeranian, but unfortunately she had to be put to sleep because she kept having seizures. So I ended up bringing home the bulldog. I walk my dogs. I just walk, if it’s raining, I’m still walking. I don’t mind walking, because I walk everyday for an hour. Yeah, because today I got my two hour and fifteen minute walk in today. If it’s hot, cold, rainy, I’m still walking. Now if it’s thundering and lightning and hailing, I ain’t crazy. I am crazy, but I don’t get struck by lightning. I ain’t trying to get struck by lightning. I don’t wanna be in a coma for six months sitting on my ass. I would miss a lot in six months, I would be missing all my shows, my dog would be missing everything.

SC: That’s right, I heard that you have rescued a lot of animals, tell me about that.

RV: Yeah, the smallest dog I ever saved, like almost four years ago? Her name is Clara, our teacher Mady has her. She was real, real, real, real small when I found her, lemme see, that was about almost four years ago. She was probably not even bigger than my shoe. I found her by the bus stop and that’s when I had my long skateboard. And I couldn’t leave her there, she was with another dog, so I picked her up and brought her on the bus. And when I skateboarded here, she was in my backpack, because I never really fall, and then I said Mady, I got something for you, so I reached in my backpack and got it for her. I have rescued about four or five dogs total. I am good with animals. I hate to see dogs roaming the streets. Even this past Tuesday I was walking home, there’s this one dog and I thought it was a boy so I named it Homeboy, but I just found out this morning that she’s a girl, so I gotta change her name to Homegirl. She’s a chow mix. Whenever I see her, I always give her food.

SC: Do you ever bring your pets to Creative Growth?

RV: No. Well, my lizard is autistic, he doesn’t like changes. He’s only used to me. Like if anybody else try to hold him, he gets kind of spicy. But then if I hold him, he’ll come chill with me for like three to four hours. I be chilling with him. I got a thousand pictures of him. It’s un-American not to have a pet. Everybody should have one. I go to PetSmart. My mom says she’s allergic to snakes but she’s not, she just doesn’t like snakes. So if I could get a snake, a long time ago, I would have, but my mom doesn’t like snakes.

SC: Any last words, Ray?

RV: Patience is a vulture. And, if somebody tells you you are a horrible artist or you’re too old to do this or that, don’t listen to them because haters are gonna hate. And as Stan Lee would say, “Enough said.”

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Convert Dog to Human Age Chart and Calculator

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March for Our Lives

OK, I’ve been stewing on this for hours. We’ve seen the signs, read the stories, heard the speeches. This is an issue that should’ve ended in April 1999 after Columbine, however, here we are, 19 years later, hundreds of school shootings later and nothing has changed. Teachers have died, children have died, futures cut short because the American government cannot fucking agree whether our nation’s children or upholding the 2nd amendment, written when it took one minute to load and fire a single shot, is more important.

I was 3 years old when the Columbine shooting occurred, so I have no memory of it. The first school shooting I ever heard of was when I was 11, when Seung-Hui Cho entered the Virginia Tech campus with a gun and killed 32 people, before shooting himself. I was always an innocent child, so obviously, as a small 5th grader, I had no idea how anyone could do this. This shooting, like others in recent years, gained national media coverage, but especially on my local station, since I live a few hours away from Tech and have known people who’ve studied there since the shooting, but not much changed. University policy-wise, I’m sure things changed, but on a national level, silence.

After that, more shootings happened, being glanced over, some just the shooter had beef with another couple of kids, shot those they had a beef with, and, if they didn’t shoot themselves after, essentially put down their weapon and said “that’s it, that’s all I wanted to do.” A situation like that, would not be solved by arming teachers.

The Washington Post article I was looking at also included a chart that showed how many shootings have occurred in primary and secondary schools since 1999. Their study did not include instances in which a gun accidentally discharged or suicides that occurred on a school campus (with a gun) that did not threaten other students. The lowest year was 1999 with one, the highest was 2014 at 15. However, if nothing changes in the coming months, 2018 is threatening to set a new high, given we are already at 11 school shootings, including the one that happened in Maryland this week, and it’s only March.

Of course, among the more shootings that happened following the Tech shooting, was Sandy Hook. The fact that, a group of little first graders left home for school that morning and never came home, should’ve sickened politicians to the point that something changed. But no. Nothing. Strings were pulled, and politicians living in the pocket of the NRA essentially showed that guns are more important than a classroom full of six-year-olds. And we went on.

Now, as a 22-year-old, looking back at 11-year-old me, I still don’t get it. I don’t understand how someone can walk into a school with it set in their mind that they’re going to kill someone else. I don’t understand how nothing has changed 19, 11, or 7 years later. I don’t understand how we can see other countries who had one mass shooting, regardless of whether or not it happened at a school, and went “nope, we’re not going to let anything like this happen again,” and say, “nothing we can do about this, thoughts and prayers.” I don’t understand how we can get to a point where CHILDREN are making more sense than the men and women running our entire country. I don’t understand supposed Christians who are looking at these children and young adults who are leading the march for gun reform and say “they’re too young, they don’t know what they’re talking about.” I bring this point up, because, though I have become agnostic, for reasons such as this, after years of being raised in the church, I know for a fact that there is a verse in the Apostle Paul’s letter to Timothy stating “Don’t let them look down on you because you are young,” a favorite verse of preachers calling upon the churches’ youth to step up, but I guess it only counts to get 12-year-olds to go on mission trips, not for kids who want to attend school safely.

I don’t know entirely where this post went, but I do know that I’m angry. I’m angry that nothings been done. I’m angry that we can alter airline rules for proper handling of dogs that owners paid the price of a seat for two days after a 10-month-old french bulldog dies because a stewardess forced the family to put the puppy in its crate and into the overhead luggage bin. This, of course, was a very upsetting story, however, the same thing should’ve happened in April 1999.

On a lighter note, my favorite quotes pulled from signs held at today’s march include: 1. “My uterus is more regulated than a gun”

2. “I thought you were pro-life”

3. any signs on doggos that walked alongside their owners today.

Washington Post article I referenced multiple times. It’s a long one, but a good one.

Silence is the enemy. Vote out those who have been silent, only offered condolences to families who had to bury children, or are in the pocket of the NRA.

#gun reform #march for our lives #enough is enough!

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Is It Safe to Fly Your Pet in Cargo?

January 15, 2020

Mike and also I(Steph)take our pet dog Django almost everywhere. We’ve adventured with Django throughout British Columbia, camped under the celebrities with him in Lake Tahoe, and also played crabs with Django in Las Vegas as he strangely enough viewed from his DJANGO dog provider bag. Django has actually completed countless cross-country trips, a cross-country trip, and also two cross-Atlantic flights. Mike and I flew with Django throughout the Atlantic Ocean to honeymoon in France and Italy. For the document, our family members thought we were crazy to take Django. We had the time of our life with our unshaven little sausage pet as well as wouldn’t have actually traveled differently! Flying with Django has actually the good news is been easy. Django weighs 14 lbs as well as pleasantly fits in his dog service provider that slides under the airplane seat in front of us. As long as an airline with in-cabin family pet travel is flying to our location, all we need to do is pay an added pet dog charge as well as Django can fly with us at our feet.

However, not all pets are enabled to fly in the cabin. Canines that do not fit under an airplane seat in an airline-approved animal provider are called for to fly by means of freight. In addition, some countries consisting of the United Kingdom ban in-cabin pet travel completely.

Is the cargo location secure for pet dog traveling? Will pet dogs also big for in-cabin animal traveling be comfortable in the hold of the plane?

There are preconceived notions that freight pet dog travel is hazardous, demanding, and also something to be prevented. As opposed to jump to this conclusion ourselves, we did a great deal of research to much better understand pet traveling in freight: what freight animal travel really is, potential risks and risks with putting canines or cats in freight, and also recent statistics on safety and security.

Exactly how do family pets travel in cargo?

If your animal does not fit in a service provider under the seat before you, your animal can take a trip in cargo (also known as the “hold” of the aircraft). Almost every respectable residential and international airline company provides specialized delivery services for animals that are not allowed in the aircraft cabin.

Cats and also pet dogs flying in cargo must take a trip in a well-ventilated, rigid (a.k.a. hard-sided) kennel. Soft-sided providers are not enabled safety and security reasons. Most airline companies required that the kennel have a strong top and base (i.e. without air flow openings) and a minimum of 3 sides with ventilation. Some airlines call for kennels with four aerated sides for worldwide travel.

Pets are put in a climate-controlled, pressurized compartment listed below the aircraft cabin and maintained separate from baggage and various other cargo. Your animal will generally be on the same trip as you, airline companies schedule the right to deliver your animal by means of a different flight or path.

To fly your pet or pet cat via cargo, ensure to schedule your pet dog’s freight booking well before separation. Every airline company has a little various plans, so always

evaluation your airline’s animal policy page prior to reserving your own travel. Given the degree of anxiety freight travel put on pets, most airlines require a current health certification from a qualified veterinarian to validate your canine or cat remains in good health. For the exact same reason, all airline companies also prohibit brachycephalic dogs as well as cats from flying in cargo. Brachycephalic pet dogs have snub noses and also consist of french bulldogs, boston terriers, pugs, shih tzus, and also boxers – to name a few.

Your airline company will certainly likewise likely require a rabies vaccination certification provided and signed by a qualified vet.

What is it like in freight?

Delta Cargo, as an example, does not fly animals throughout”extreme climate “as well as prohibits pet dogs from freight travel when outdoorstemperatures are below 20 ˚F(-7 ˚C) or above 80 ˚F( 27 ˚C). American Airlines does not enable animals to travel in cargo when outdoors temperatures are below 45 ˚For over 85 ˚F. Why these temperature level standards? Although the freight area is climate-controlled, your pet may be compelled to wait on the tarmac prior to being packed onto the airplane. Airline companies intend to ensure your pet dog is secure and not uncomfortably hot or cool throughout their transport on the tarmac.

Although responsible airlines do their finest to keep your pet dog comfy, it is true that cargo travel can be extremely stressful on animals. An airplane’s cargo area is loud, dark, and also littered. Your pet will certainly be delivered via unfamiliar people (airport terminal employees) and traveling alone in a brand-new, uncommon, as well as naturally frightening environment. If your pet is prone to anxiousness or sick, please reconsider freight travel as well as speak to your veterinarian prior to making any travel plans.

Does my animal get food as well as water in cargo?

Yes, yet every airline company family pet cargo policy varies.

American Airlines Cargo, for example, requires pet dog proprietors to give two meals (one for food as well as one for water). The dishes need to be attached to the within the hard-sided kennel however accessible from the outdoors (so airline personnel do not need to open up the kennel). American Airlines gives water for animals, family pet owners are called for to give enough food for at least 24 hours simply in instance your pet dog or pet cat’s trip is postponed, cancelled, rerouted, etc.

We strongly recommend reviewing evaluating airline’s pet policy plan before booking any kind of itinerary.

Just how does my pet dog or pet cat go to the bathroom in cargo?

Since animals are not permitted to leave their kennels throughout flights, the majority of airlines require that you line the base of your family pet’s kennel with absorptive material, i.e. pet-friendly potty pads.

Is it hazardous for pets to take a trip in the hold of the airplane?

The big bulk of pet dogs traveling using freight show up safely at their destination, it is vital to understand the possible hazards with cargo travel.

Dehydration. Airline companies need pet dogs to have ample food and also water throughout their journey, there is still risk of dehydration, particularly if your family pet is not used to alcohol consumption from his or her water source. Before scheduling travel, please make certain your pet or feline is utilized to his/her kennel and understands just how to consume alcohol from the kennel’s bowl or canteen.

Heatstroke. In order to ensure your pet is not overheated (or too cold), choose an airline that applies seasonal limitations as well as temperature-related guidelines for pet cargo traveling. As mentioned above, Delta Cargo does not fly pets throughout “severe climate” as well as bans pets from cargo traveling when outside temperature levels are listed below 20 ˚F (-7 ˚C) or above 80 ˚F (27 ˚C).

Heart failure. Freight traveling is difficult for any kind of animal, old or young. Elderly pets, family pets vulnerable to anxiousness, or those generally poor health and wellness are at raised threat of heart failure during travel. Please consult your vet before travel to ensure your pet or cat has a tidy costs of health and wellness and is an appropriate candidate for cargo traveling.

Various other injury. Although unlikely, there have been past occurrences where family pets were hurt after leaving their kennel. Various other family pets were harmed after items dropped on their kennel.

The

U.S. Department of Transportation gathered information on family pet freight travel in 2017. Throughout that calendar year, 506,994 pets flew in freight. Of this number, 24 pets died (a 0.005% probability), 15 animals were harmed (0.003% possibility), and 1 pet was lost (0.0002% likelihood).

Any kind of avoidable death or injury is absolutely inappropriate. With that said claimed, thinking your pet dog or pet cat remains in great wellness (as validated by your qualified vet) and also presuming you properly prepare your animal for freight traveling (i.e. ensure she or he recognizes how to consume and also consume from the kennel’s bowls), cargo traveling should be a safe traveling choice for your four-legged household.

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Is It Safe to Fly Your Pet in Cargo?

January 15, 2020

Is the cargo location secure for pet dog traveling? Will pet dogs also big for in-cabin animal traveling be comfortable in the hold of the plane?

Exactly how do family pets travel in cargo?

To fly your pet or pet cat via cargo, ensure to schedule your pet dog’s freight booking well before separation. Every airline company has a little various plans, so always

Your airline company will certainly likewise likely require a rabies vaccination certification provided and signed by a qualified vet.

What is it like in freight?

The cargo location is climate-controlled and pressurized to ensure the safety and security and wellness of your animal. Trusted airline companies additionally enforce seasonal constraints and temperature-related guidelines. Delta Cargo, as an example, does not fly animals throughout”extreme climate “as well as prohibits pet dogs from freight travel when outdoorstemperatures are below 20 ˚F(-7 ˚C) or above 80 ˚F( 27 ˚C). American Airlines does not enable animals to travel in cargo when outdoors temperatures are below 45 ˚For over 85 ˚F. Why these temperature level standards? Although the freight area is climate-controlled, your pet may be compelled to wait on the tarmac prior to being packed onto the airplane. Airline companies intend to ensure your pet dog is secure and not uncomfortably hot or cool throughout their transport on the tarmac.

Does my animal get food as well as water in cargo?

Yes, yet every airline company family pet cargo policy varies. American Airlines Cargo, for example, requires pet dog proprietors to give two meals (one for food as well as one for water). The dishes need to be attached to the within the hard-sided kennel however accessible from the outdoors (so airline personnel do not need to open up the kennel). American Airlines gives water for animals, family pet owners are called for to give enough food for at least 24 hours simply in instance your pet dog or pet cat’s trip is postponed, cancelled, rerouted, etc.

We strongly recommend reviewing evaluating airline’s pet policy plan before booking any kind of itinerary.

Just how does my pet dog or pet cat go to the bathroom in cargo?

Is it hazardous for pets to take a trip in the hold of the airplane?

The big bulk of pet dogs traveling using freight show up safely at their destination, it is vital to understand the possible hazards with cargo travel.

The U.S. Department of Transportation gathered information on family pet freight travel in 2017. Throughout that calendar year, 506,994 pets flew in freight. Of this number, 24 pets died (a 0.005% probability), 15 animals were harmed (0.003% possibility), and 1 pet was lost (0.0002% likelihood).

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Love Me Tinder

Laura Hale Appreciation Week

Day 5 Theme: Lovable Laura

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Laura doesn’t ask how Erica got ahold of her phone. She stopped asking questions like that a long time ago. She just gives in to her own position of powerlessness in the universe (which is supposed to be peaceful, according to her yoga instructor) and sets the plastic tray on the table.

“Laura, how are we supposed to have a Tinder Update meeting if you’ve deleted the Tinder app?” Erica asks, turning that unimpressed look on Laura. Ugh, now she knows how Isaac feels. That’s some powerful judgement in those smoky eyes.

“I used it for over a week,” Laura protests, sitting across from her and taking her phone back. “That counts.”

“Not when there’s also no new phone numbers and not a single dick pic.” Erica grabs her styrofoam cup. “And you got a muffin.”

“You like muffins.”

“You’re buttering me up with pastries.”

Laura groans and rubs her forehead. “You know, you’re supposed to respect your Alpha.”

“Sure.” Erica pries the top off of the muffin and pushes the stump away. “So. Let’s hear the tragic tale.”

“Okay, so first there was Kevin. We matched pretty well and he sent me cute pictures of his dog, so we decided to get dinner. He came to pick me up-”

“You gave a guy your address?”

Laura gives her a Look. “I could have snapped him in half.”

“Fine, carry on.”

“So Kevin came to pick me up on Thursday night…”

“Hi!” Laura says, probably with too much enthusiasm, when she opens the door. Kevin is as cute as his picture, with his surfer hair and his dimples.

“Hi! You must be Laura.” The guy is smiling just as wide and also sounding way too excited. Oh thank god, someone else who’s bad at this. Laura knows basic dating. Classic, awkward as hell, ‘let me sell myself like this is a job interview’ dating. Familiar territory, this is good.

“Yes. Yes, I am. And you must be Kevin.” Who else would he be? At least she’s still good at the awkward part of this.

“That’s me. Glad you recognize me without Kiki posing with me.”

Laura laughs and grabs her keys from the hook by the door. “Not that I object to men showing up with bulldogs tucked under their arm, but-”

BANG

Laura startles when the walls shake a little from something upstairs. Kevin must have heard it too because he’s looking at the ceiling of the foyer with concern.

“Uh… everything okay?”

‘Yes. Everything is absolutely fine. We should definitely go, right now, while I can still assume everything is fine,�� should have come out of Laura’s mouth.

“My brother is home,” is what Laura says instead. “I… should probably run upstairs and check on him, actually. Uh, come in.” She steps back and lets Kevin into the foyer. It seems rude to make him stand outside on the porch.

Laura takes the steps up two at a time. When there a second, loud BANG, she takes them three at a time and sprints down the hall, shoving the door open.

“What-”

Derek scowls at her from where he has Stiles shoved back against the wall with his arms pinned over his head in a way that makes his shirt lift just enough to show off a sliver of stomach. Laura doesn’t miss the last flicker of blue that dies out in Derek’s eyes.

“Seriously?” she asks, looking between the two of them.

“Weren’t you leaving on a date with some weird online guy?” Derek asks, not even pretending to be ashamed.

“He’s not a weird online guy. Lots of people meet online.” Laura puts her hands on her hips. “What have I told you about manhandling Stiles?”

“He likes it,” Derek says, shrugging and leaning in to nudge Stiles’ neck with his nose.

“I don’t mind,” Stiles agrees. “But you should be nicer, dude. Meeting online is totally acceptable these days. What’s he like, Laura?”

Laura rubs her sinuses. “He’s patient enough to wait downstairs while you two slam each other around up here.”

Derek rolls his eyes. “Sounds like a keeper.”

Stiles hits his shoulder. “Sorry Laura. We didn’t mean to delay you. Uh… have fun on your date?”

Laura sighs and shuts the door just in time to hear something (probably Stiles) hit the wall again. Or maybe it was the desk this time. “Stop with the dominance displays, Derek! Jesus!” It takes her until halfway down the stairs when she suddenly smells Kevin again that she remembers she left him standing in full hearing range.

“Oh my god, I’m really sorry you had to hear that,” she says as she makes it to the landing. “My brother is just… rowdy.”

“Oh, sure,” Kevin agrees way too quickly. And Laura can see him looking around the room and then back at the door. Well, that’s probably not good. “Look, uh… I’m not…” Kevin looks like he’s trying to pick his words carefully. Tactfully, even, which is kind of him. Damn, this was a nice one. “I’m not really a part of your scene. No judgement, okay? Just not my thing.”

“My… scene?”

“Yeah, S&M is just a little… heavy for me. Uh, it was super great to meet you, though. And I’ll tell Kiki you were awesome.” And then Kevin is backing out the door and making a beeline for his car so fast that Laura doesn’t think it’s worth yelling after him that she actually thinks chains are a total mood killer.

“Well… at least he respectfully declined.”

“Erica.” Laura grabs the discarded stump of muffin and peels the wrapper down. She deserves chocolate chip goodness after all of this. “So then Jerome happened. We made it all the way to dinner, at least.”

Jerome is pretty okay. Their match wasn’t super strong, and he’s got a car with way too many crude bumper stickers. There’s at least four of them of Calvin peeing on other vehicle logos. This on the back of a Toyota Cressida, which doesn’t really seem like bragging territory but… Laura gets it. She loves her car too. She would never junk her up with stickers and let her get quite as dirty as Jerome’s car, but…

Judging, Laura. Stop it. It’s a car. And maybe he just has a more juvenile sense of humor. That’s not a deal breaker. And even if it was, they haven’t even gotten their entrees yet. And he’s had some good stories from when he was in the basic training for the army.

“Shit, sorry,” Laura says when she has to fumble for her phone in her purse right as Jerome is getting to the good part where one of the snooty recruits in his group is probably about to get a lousy deployment order as comeuppance for being snooty.

(“You answered your phone on a date?”

“I told him I had siblings. I know dating protocols, stop looking at me like that.”)

It’s a number she doesn’t recognize, so she sends it to voicemail. “Probably a telemarketer. Okay, so you guys were all getting your orders?”

“Yeah,” Jerome nods. “So we’re all getting out deployment orders, right? And Johnson, he just knows he’s gonna get some sweet gig like Germany. Everyone wants to go to Germany.”

Laura’s phone buzzes to show she has a message before she’s even got it pack into her purse. She glances at it. Shit, what if someone got arrested or something?

“Uh.. I’m gonna need to check this. Sorry.”

“Sure,” Jerome sighs, pushing back from the table. “I’m gonna hit the men’s room.”

“Thanks.” Laura immediately takes the voicemail.

“Good evening,” a pleasant, mechanical female voice says. “This is American Express. We need to verify your recent purchase for one hundred and twenty-one dollars and forty-four cents.”

Laura rubs the bridge of her nose as she hangs up and dials again.

“Yeah?” Cora says when she picks up.

“Cora. I thought you were just taking Lydia to dinner,” she says, forcing her voice to stay calm and steady.

“Yeah, I just dropped her off. Why?”

“You spent over a hundred dollars in a restaurant?” Laura will not lose her temper in the middle of a dining room full of strangers. She will not.

“Yeah. It was a nice place.”

“There are no restaurants that nice in Beacon Hills. What the hell did you two have?”

“Well, I had a steak.”

“Uh huh.”

“A big steak.”

“Cora.”

“And Lydia had a salad with chicken.” Laura can hear the eye roll in Cora’s voice that says ‘as always.’

“And dessert was… what? Gold?”

“No. Lydia didn’t want dessert. She’s on a no-sugar kick again.”

“Cora!” Laura forces an apologetic smile when Jerome chooses that moment to come back to the table. Great, he’s looking at her weird now.

“I just ordered a few salads to go, geeze!”

“What? Why?” Laura feels like there’s something she’s just not getting because Cora seems to think this is all pretty normal.

“For Lydia.”

“Why did you need more salads for Lydia if you already ate?”

“Y’know. In case she got hungry later. Like, when no one is there to bring her food.”

Laura watches a drop of condensation slide down her glass and down onto the table cloth as she tries to fit these puzzle pieces into any other order, but she’s pretty sure she’s got it. Oh god… “Are you… are you trying to provide for Lydia?”

“What? No!” Cora scoffs, sounding as offended as possible.

“Oh my god, you are!” Laura isn’t sure if this is horrifying or hilarious. It might be both. “You’re a step away from dragging a deer carcass to her door!”

“Laura, no I’m not! Shut up, you don’t even know what you’re saying!”

“I’m saying you’re courting a human with a food display!” Cora abruptly hangs up the phone and leaves Laura very alone and very aware of the conversation she just had in a crowded dining room.

“So… that probably didn’t go much further.”

Laura glares at Erica. “You think?” she mutters around a mouthful of her muffin. “It was a disaster.”

“Was that the worst one, at least?”

“I gave it one more shot,” Laura says darkly. “Because I just don’t fucking learn.”

Laura and Laird are not going to be a thing. For one, the alliteration in their names would make for an introduction where everyone laughs awkwardly at the end. After an amazingly bad nine days on Tinder, Laura doesn’t even give a fuck if that’s a stupid reason. Also, though, she’s pretty sure they don’t really like each other much. Or dislike each other much. There were only so many people in Beacon Hills on Tinder, though, and a vague match was good enough for one quick round of Netflix and chill, never to be spoken about again.

It takes two beers and a shared plate of onion rings at a sports bar for them to decide that they’re both fed up with dating apps and horny enough to settle on this for tonight. Laura excuses herself to the bathroom so she can call Derek and let him know she’ll be out tonight so he doesn’t show up at some ungodly hour thinking he has to murder someone.

“Hi Laura,” Cora says cheerfully. Well, that sets the alarm bells off instantly.

“Why are you answering Derek’s phone? And what’s wrong?” she asks, frowning.

“Uh… nah, I think it’s all fine. Derek can’t come to the phone right now.” Something shatters in the background, and then something heavy falls against something else. “How’s your date?”

“What the hell is going on there?”

“Derek and Scott are having a mild disagreement.”

Laura winces, hearing something wooden splinter. “It sounds like they’re trying to kill each other.”

“Well… yeah, but they’ll knock it off.”

Laura sighs. “What are they fighting about?”

“Derek said Scott touches Stiles too much and said he’s scenting him. Scott wouldn’t knock it off, so then Derek started scenting Isaac. Now they’re both pissed.”

“Great. I’m on my way. Tell them if either one of them are dead by the time I get home, I’m going to be pissed.”

“So after I got home and separated them and figured out how much shit was broken, I deleted the app.” Laura shoves the last bite of the muffin into her mouth and chews moodily.

“Jesus,” Erica breathes, and she actually looks impressed. “I can’t even say you’ve up too easily. You have the worst dating luck ever.”

“I’m running two relationships pretty successfully right now.”

Erica barks out a laugh, like she wasn’t expect to. “Yeah, but you’re not actually in either of them.”

Laura sighs and brushes away the crumbs from the muffin demolition. “Yeah, well. What are big sisters for?”

#LHAW17 #my writing- beware #(look I made it before midnight tonight!)#in which Laura must deal with the issues that come with interspecies dating #and having younger siblings

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The 23 most popular pet influencers, from Jiff Pom to Lil Bub

Paige Leskin

Sep. 1, 2019

Influencers don't have to be human to accrue massive followings and garner incomes of millions of dollars.

The world of pet influencers has boomed in recent years, spawning animal-specific influencer agencies, major brand campaigns and partnerships, and on-screen appearances.

There have, unfortunately, been some deaths of popular pets this year: Boo, a Pomeranian dubbed the "cutest world's cutest dog," died in January. Hedgehog Mr. Pokee died in March. Grumpy Cat, known for her permanent frown, passed away in May.

These are the 23 most popular pet influencers, ranked by their total followings across Instagram, YouTube, TikTok, and Facebook.

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23. Coby the Cat — 2 million

Instagram: 1.7 million

YouTube: 1,200

Facebook: 342,000

Coby is a British shorthair known for his pure white coat and piercing blue eyes. His owner, Rebecca Schefkind, said she made an Instagram account for Coby as a joke, but started to take it more seriously after the cat's social media accounts garnered more than a million followers, as well as brand deals and sponsorships.

21. Esther the Wonder Pig — 2.1 million

Instagram: 533,000

YouTube: 26,000

Facebook: 1.5 million

When Esther was a baby, her current owners were told she was a micro pig: Now, she has since grown to weigh nearly 600 pounds. Living with a full-sized pig as a domestic pet in Canada is illegal, however, and Esther's owners were able to move to a nearby 50-acre farm in 2014 with fans raising over $400,000. The farm is called the "Happily Ever Esther Fam Sanctuary," and takes in rescued and neglected farm animals.

21. TurboRoo — 2.1 million

Instagram: 323,000

YouTube: 6,800

TikTok: 1.7 million

Facebook: 55,000

TurboRoo — who was named after the animated racing snail from a 2013 movie— was born without his two front legs. The two-legged Chihuahua's story got a lot of attention early on, and he became the first puppy ever to get 3D-printed wheels to help him run around. TurboRoo's owners have since gone on to help fundraise for other handicapped pets who need prosthetics and carts.

20. Loki the Wolfdog — 2.2 million

Instagram: 2 million

YouTube: 12,000

Facebook: 186,000

The part-husky, part-malamute Loki was a natural star when his owner, Kelly Lund, first started posting pictures of the dog to his Instagram account after getting him in 2012. Lund got into photography so he could take better pictures of Loki for Instagram, and was able to quit his job in 2016 to manage Loki's social media presence full-time. Loki has since inked deals with Eddie Bauer and Google for its Android Wear smartwatch.

19. Harlow and Sage — 2.3 million

Instagram: 1.7 million

Facebook: 529,000

The Harlow and Sage Instagram account started as a documentation of the close friendship between Harlow, a Weimaraner, and Sage, a miniature dachshund. Sage sadly died in 2013, but Harlow has made new best friends: two miniature dachshunds named Indiana and Reese.

The dogs' owners have since launched a secondary Instagram account to share photos of adoptable pets and raise money for animal shelters

17. Marnie the Dog — 2.4 million

Instagram: 1.9 million

YouTube: 36,000

Facebook: 421,000

Marnie is a 17-year-old Shih Tzu known for her permanent head tilt, which is likely due to a stint of Vestibular disease. The famed shelter dog now spends her days in Los Angeles and advocated for senior dog adoption.

17. Tuna — 2.4 million

Instagram: 2.1 million

Facebook: 306,000

Tuna, a Chihuahua-Dachshund mix, has a distinct overbite and wrinkly skin that has propelled the lovable dog to a book tour and millions of followers since his owner first launched his Instagram page, @tunameltsmyheart, in 2010. He's been made into countless memes and garnered celebrity status for a face as recognizable as any human celebrity.

16. White Coffee Cat — 2.5 million

Instagram: 2 million

Facebook: 496,000

White Coffee Cat shares an owner with another famous cat on this list: Nala Cat, who has seven million followers across social media platforms. Coffee has a loyal fanbase who has seen her through a cancer diagnosis in 2016, and has followed her progress and recovery since. Coffee's good looks have been used to launch a line of cat products and coffee-themed merchandise.

15. Smoothie the Cat — 2.7 million

Instagram: 2.1 million

YouTube: 122,000

TikTok: 287,000

Facebook: 216,000

Smoothie has been dubbed the "world's most photogenic cat", and her emerald eyes and golden fur have even inspired a mural in New Zealand. Smoothie also has an aptly-named brother named Milkshake, and the two are often featured together across social media platforms.

13. Manny the Frenchie — 2.8 million

Instagram: 1.1 million

YouTube: 7,600

Facebook: 1.7 million

Manny borrows his name from boxer Manny Pacquiao, but has since made a name for himself all on his own. He's starred in ads for brands like American Apparel, Converse, and PetSmart. The fame hasn't gotten to the French bulldog though; he's known for easily dozing off during his many media appearances.

13. Maru Taro — 2.8 million

Instagram: 2.5 million

YouTube: 26,000

Facebook: 273,000

A Slate article from 2016 compared Maru Taro's looks to "the pet in the stoner comedy who gets blazed off the fumes." The Shiba Inu's squinty-eyed smile, and sleeping positions next to his stuffed toy bear, have accrued him millions of followers from both his home country of Japan and abroad.

12. Waffles the Cat — 3.3 million

Instagram: 888,000

YouTube: 2,500

TikTok: 22,000

Facebook: 2.4 million

Waffles was, by his owners' admittance, the runt of the litter, but he's since captured the internet's hearts with his big eyes, folded ears, and perfectly round face. He's worked with companies like Intel, PBS, and Fresh Step cat litter.

Waffles was named a top pet influencer by Forbes in 2017, along with many others on this list, including Manny the Frenchie, Lil Bub, Nala, and Jiff Pom.

11. Cole and Marmalade — 3.9 million

Instagram: 618,000

YouTube: 1.2 million

Facebook: 2.1 million

Cole and Marmalade have been starring in videos since 2013, when the siblings were first introduced to each other. But since the two cats found fame, they have become the face of a website and YouTube channel that produce not only content showing their cute antics, put also news and educational videos about pets and animals.

10. Juniper Foxx — 4.1 million

Instagram: 2.9 million

YouTube: 64,000

TikTok: 101,000

Facebook: 986,000

While most the pets on this list are cats and dogs, Juniper is a domestic red fox who has gotten attention because of just how different she is from the norm, and also because of the many videos showing her tendency to pounce on anything she deems prey. Juniper shares a house with a nother fox named Fig and a dog named Moose, making for great social media content.

9. Swaggy Wolfdog — 4.2 million

Instagram: 1.2 million

TikTok: 3.0 million

Swaggy may be the first famous dog off of TikTok, the short-form video app. Swaggy' style and pink-dyed ears make him unmistakable out in public, and — like any good Generation Z influencer — Swaggy has a squad of other famous influencers he's frequently spotted with on the streets of Los Angeles.

Read more: Inside the rise of TikTok, the video-sharing app with 1 billion downloads that's owned by a massive Chinese internet company

8. Crusoe the Celebrity Dachshund — 4.4 million

Instagram: 755,000

YouTube: 756,000

TikTok: 793,000

Facebook: 3.1 million

Crusoe was nicknamed a "celebrity dachshund" by his owners at first as a joke, but the dog has since truly embraced the moniker. His media presence is filled with videos of Crusoe starring in adventures from going camping, to going to school, and also starring on a dog-studded version of "The Bachelor."

7. Venus the Two Face Cat — 4.5 million

Instagram: 1.9 million

YouTube: 12,000

TikTok: 1.3 million

Facebook: 1.3 million

Venus' distinctly "Phanton of the Opera"-like face first caught the internet's attention in 2012 through a viral Reddit post. Venus' owners say she owes her look to being a "chimera," a cat whose cells contain two types of DNA, but the 50-50 split of her coloration makes her incredibly rare and easily recognizable.

6. Lil Bub — 5.6 million

Instagram: 2.3 million

YouTube: 295,000

Facebook: 3 million

Lil Bub is a genetic anomaly: She stopped growing at around four pounds, has no teeth, and her tongue hangs out of her mouth. But despite being the runt of her litter, she's become a celebrity and has starred in a movie at the Tribeca Film Festival.

5. Maya Polar Bear — 6.9 million

Instagram: 1.8 million

YouTube: 1.2 million

TikTok: 2.8 million

Facebook: 1.1 million

Like many YouTubers, Maya records vlogs and participates in viral challenges. The Samoyed dog even has ventured into recording ASMR videos, mostly made up of sounds of her trying out different foods. Maya just recently passed the 1-million subscriber mark on YouTube, and received a customary gold play button plaque for the achievement.

4. Nala Cat — 7 million

Instagram: 4.2 million

YouTube: 28,000

TikTok: 148,000

Facebook: 2.6 million

Nala's social media presence started in 2012, when her owners fully embraced the trend in its earliest days of creating Instagram captions from the pet's point of view. Nala is the most famous out of her owners' seven Insta-famous cats, including White Coffee Cat, who was featured earlier on the list.

3. Tucker Budzyn — 8.1 million

Instagram: 1.7 million

YouTube: 1.2 million

TikTok: 3.5 million

Facebook: 1.7 million

Tucker is simply an adorable golden retriever who has gained a strong following due to his frantic reactions to simple items like hair clips and balloons that have gone viral. It doesn't hurt that his reactions are often captioned with beloved dog internet lingo and terms that are made for memes and virality.

2. Doug the Pug — 10.4 million

Instagram: 3.8 million

YouTube: 236,000

TikTok: 285,000

Doug the Pug: 6.1 million

Doug the Pug has rubbed paws with big-name celebs like Shakira, Ed Sheeran, and Cole Sprouse. He was tasked with recreating Taylor Swift's Instagram photos in 2015. Whatever he does, Doug stays up-to-date with what's going on, and his social media presence is filled with pop culture references: He recently recreated Lizzo's VMAs look and posed with a Popeyes' chicken sandwich.

1. Jiff Pom — 31.4 million

Instagram: 9.3 million

YouTube: 279,000

TikTok: 19.4 million

Facebook: 1.4 million

Jiff Pom is a tiny Pomeranian dog who holds two Guinness world records for his speed on only two of his four tiny legs. He's often spotted in trendy outfits in his multiple celebrity appearances, including in the music video for Katy Perry's song "Dark Horse."

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Philly Used to Be a Cat Town. Now It’s Gone to the Dogs.

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Screw you, New Philly, and your schnauzer too.

Philly dogs have taken over our once cat-loving town. Photograph by Colin Lenton

When I moved to this city fresh out of college in 1978, I brought with me my cat, Julio, who’d been living (illicitly) in my dorm room. I rented a ground-floor apartment at 21st and Walnut — it cost $145 a month — and Julio and I settled in. The married couple in the apartment next door, Geoff and Danielle, had a couple of cats. Jimmy, the gay guy who lived above them, had a Persian, and Liz, the girl who lived above me, had a loud Siamese. This was a city of cats then; you’d walk down the block and see them sitting in windows, dozing or eyeing pigeons dubiously.

We had cats because cats were suited to the way we lived. We were homebodies; there were so few reasons not to be. The city had hardly any good restaurants — Steve Poses had opened Frög, the sword-tip of the renaissance vanguard, five years earlier. There was Bookbinder’s — well, there were two of them — where no one could afford to eat, and there were joints like Little Pete’s, where anybody could. A few years earlier, Chestnut Street had been closed to private vehicles to create a “transitway” for pedestrians and buses. The result was a bleak, empty canyon slicing through the city. Muggings were rampant. There wasn’t any nightlife except for a bunch of cheap bars — McGlinchey’s, McGillen’s, Dirty Franks — whose surly, sullen bartenders (cheers, Ruthie!) would have laughed in your face if you’d asked about the cocktail du jour.

Sounds awful, doesn’t it?

It was great. Did I mention the $145 rent? There wasn’t any traffic, because nobody could afford cars. It was so safe to bike in the streets that I was a bike messenger for a few years. There was no such thing as social media, so no one cared that there was no place to go. You’d have the neighbors over for beers, then cook up some burgers or chicken while cats wrapped around your ankles. Why go out? Where to?

None of us had dogs. Dogs were for suburban tract houses, out where there were fences and kids. It wouldn’t be right to have a dog here. It would be heartless to leave it cooped up in a tiny apartment all day.

But you could leave a cat with a litter box and a big bowl of dry food while you went to the Shore or the Poconos for a weekend. And you would go to the Shore or the Poconos on weekends, because the city was old and bleak and gray. You kept your head down when you walked those mean streets. You got where you were going. You didn’t linger. There weren’t marathons or pop-up bars or Restaurant Weeks or Roots Picnics. We weren’t sharers. We kept cats, and we kept to ourselves.

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I don’t know when the changeover began. I’m not sure when I started to see them — the dog people — out on the sidewalks and in the parks, strutting and smiling and greeting people they didn’t even know. Oh, maybe there had been a poodle or two in Rittenhouse Square in the old days, walked by a butler or prim Chanel-suited matron. But the two veterinarians closest to my apartment were cats-only. I don’t remember any pooper-scooper laws; instead, there were occasional polite signs suggesting that you PLEASE CURB YOUR DOG, which, for the uninitiated, means have it defecate in the gutter instead of on the sidewalk. No one was asking you to pick up that poop. There literally weren’t enough dogs for anybody to care.

Maybe the switch dates from 1980, when the first Broad Street Run was held. That same year, the Phillies won the World Series and then the Eagles went to the Super Bowl, startling us all. Or maybe it was in 1984, when developer Willard Rouse III announced that he was raising One Liberty Place, busting through the longstanding “gentleman’s agreement” that no building in Center City would be taller than City Hall. (Such a rebel!) Or 1991, when Ed Rendell was elected mayor of a city on the brink of bankruptcy and vowed to turn it around.

Rendell was big and gruff and loud, a transplant from New York, where they’ve always had dogs, because New Yorkers don’t care about anybody else’s quality of life. He had dogs — a succession of golden retrievers (what else?), Mandy and Maggie and Ginger and Royal. When Maggie died, Rendell penned a tribute that read, in part: “I lived on this earth for over 73 years and as a trained lawyer, the most persuasive empirical evidence I have found about the existence of God is that someone must have done something to create that special bond between dog and human. It exists for us with virtually no other animal and I can’t believe it was just an accident.”

If you’re touched by that, you must be new around here. Philadelphians are cat people — private people — and private people don’t emote this way. We might whisper in Kitty’s ear while cuddling her in our lap, but we don’t shout it from rooftops. We’re tidy as a litter box. We don’t slobber. We don’t wag our tails. We have dignity.

You have to stay a little removed, after all, in a city of rowhomes. You have to pretend you don’t overhear the couple next door arguing in bed, or notice the booze bottles in their trash can, or see the underwear hung out to dry in their backyard. You have to remain aloof — like a cat, you know? You mind your own business, addressing a paw with your tongue while the bill collector knocks just across the street. That’s the way our moms and dads were. That’s how we were, back before Ed Rendell.

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Once, this was a city of suspicious nocturnal predators. Today, it’s home to cheerful tail-waggers, and the difference is as startling as Dorothy’s transition from Kansas to Technicolor Oz. There are now dozens of dog parks in Philly. There are bakeries that will make your dog a custom birthday cake, and doggie haberdashers where you can get Sparky suited up for your wedding or a holiday. There’s puppy yoga at breweries and Yappy Hours at bars. As I head into work along South Street, I pass two doggie daycares as well as an Unleashed by Petco (which has a self-serve dog wash so you can scrub the city grime off Rocky) and an outpost of the chic local chain Doggie Style Pets. There are Philly folks who’ll perform acupuncture on your dogs, and tattoo artists who adorn human arms and legs with canine faces. It’s a rare cafe that doesn’t have a doggy water bowl beside the outdoor tables. You can even bring your pup with you to work, if your employer is Urban Outfitters HQ or Neff Associates or Petplan, the Philly-based pet insurance company started by two Wharton students. There are dog walkers galore, along with trainers and groomers and therapists and psychics and programs where kids read to dogs. I and my kitty kin sit at home and marvel at this canine industrial complex. According to the American Pet Products Association, Americans spent $72.13 billion on Fluffy and Squeaky and Tug last year, with the annual cost of cat ownership two-thirds that of a dog, at $988 vs. $1,549. That cat cost is wildly inflated, btw, since it budgets $30 annually for toys. You only buy toys for your cat the first few months you have her, until you figure out she doesn’t give a damn about toys; she just wants to chew your houseplants.

Dogs, if I can be frank, are the spawn of success and gentrification. The Inquirer said so two years ago in an article called “If It Seems As If Dogs Are Everywhere in Philly’s Gentrifying Neighborhoods, They Are.” It quoted a Villanova economics prof, David Fiorenza, who says millennials are having dogs before they have children. A third — a third! — of American millennials who buy houses cite wanting more space for their dogs — a motivating factor that outranks marriage or the birth of a child. A WHYY report last year on gentrification in Grays Ferry quoted a longtime resident, 83-year-old Theodore Jackson, on the subject of his new neighbors: “They love them dogs.” Hey, that wasn’t a cat mask Chris Long put on.

One consequence of the influx of pups has been an influx of poop. Those “Curb your dog” signs are gone, replaced by ones warning of $300 fines for not picking up after your pet. (By “pet,” we don’t mean cat. And by “picking up,” we don’t mean putting that shit in a plastic bag and depositing it on someone else’s stoop.) If you want to get Old Philadelphia going, start a conversation on this subject. Beneath our (cattily) inscrutable expressions, many of us are seething with resentment toward doggy doo. “I see it everywhere,” one co-worker who lives in Rittenhouse hisses. “I stepped in some this morning,” another bitches. Neighborhood blogs froth at the mouth about the excrement situation. In 2018, Beth Ann Dombkowski, a resident of Passyunk Square, mounted a gallery exhibit of photos she took of dogs as they were pooping. In 2012, a Tacony man was shot to death by the guy two doors down for not picking up after his Chihuahua. Which reminds me: Earlier this year, a South Philly dog owner died after being punched, allegedly by another dog owner whom he’d asked to leash his pet.

Cat people don’t kill each other. We have no reason to.

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Last April, the City of Philadelphia’s verified Twitter account tweeted out:

ANNOUNCEMENT: After noticing that our top audience interest is DOGS, we have decided to become a dog and cat rating account. Reply with your dog and cat pictures and we’ll rate them.

The “and cat” was a sop; felines were nowhere on the accompanying chart, which showed the account’s audience interest in dogs at a staggering 100 percent, ahead of “weather,” tech news” and even politics. Granted, the tweet went out on April 1st. But even on April Fools’ Day, the joke worked because it rang true: Who doesn’t love dogs?

Once upon a time, Philadelphians didn’t. Back in the day, this city’s sports heroes were cat-like loners like Allen Iverson and Mike Schmidt. Now, New Philadelphia has rallied to goofy Cameroonian wolfhound Joel Embiid and bulldog Bryce Harper. The favored writers in my salad days were embittered sourpusses — Stu Bykofsky, Christine Flowers, Buzz Bissinger. In March, the Inquirer — the city’s newspaper of record — started a new Sunday section, “The UpSide,” that prints only good news. Yippee, puppies and rainbows all around!

This city you kids are making is a foreign place to us — bright and happy and colorful and buzzing with life. It has parklets and bike lanes and hammocks you can hang in. It’s got more City Council candidates than you can throw a stick for. It wins all kinds of awards — for new architecture, new recreational venues, new chefs. It’s been declared best place to visit and City of the Year. Its sports teams are in ascendance. Clearly, you newcomers think this relentless assault of excellence will pound down our native gloom and let the sun shine in. Haven’t we ever heard of cats’ bad habits — that they hang out with witches and suck the breath from babies? Don’t we want our faces licked?

Um, no. No, we don’t, thank you. We’re into pain; isn’t that obvious from the public officials we elect? We’re proud that Slate recently labeled cats “the world’s most uncooperative research subject,” and that a study in the journal Animal Cognition concluded that “the behavioral aspects of cats that cause their owners to become attached to them are still undetermined.” You dumb kids, we loved this place when it was a pit.

So go ahead and encourage us to adopt our very own bowwow buddies. Keep telling us how comforting a dog would be in our dotage. Go on saying: “You think you love that cat. Wait till you try a pup.” Sashay past us with that dachshund dolled up in a Rhys Hoskins jersey, or your chow chow with the lion cut, or that terrier with the tie-dyed hair. Woo us with research on how people who share their homes with canines are healthier, happier, and less likely to be visited by thieves. We’re Philadelphians. We know exactly what you’re up to. A new study from Penn Med says the number of olds who suffered bone fractures from walking their dogs more than doubled from 2004 to 2017. A full 17 percent of the total injuries were hip fractures, which just happen to give us a 30 percent chance of dying within a year. You kids may be yanking at the leash to take over this town. But Kitty and I will just wave from the window, thanks.

Published as “It’s a Dog-Eat-Cat World” in the June 2019 issue of Philadelphia magazine.

Source: https://www.phillymag.com/news/2019/06/15/philly-dogs-cats/

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