We humans don’t understand the threat posed by springy doorstops. As you can see from these videos, puppies keep springy doorstops from getting out of hand. It saves us the labor of doing it ourselves.
We humans don’t understand the threat posed by springy doorstops. As you can see from these videos, puppies keep springy doorstops from getting out of hand. It saves us the labor of doing it ourselves.
I eat a lot of blueberries, and it’s nice to know I could share them with my pet rabbit, if I had one. I shared many suppers with my turtle. You should have seen him go for lobster. I’ve never had a bunny.
Our cat Robbie used to pile her toys in a hiding place. Is that what this cat is doing? What’s in the big plastic box–the other toys? And is she trying to take something out or put something in?
“You don’t have to be a weatherman to know which way the wind blows” (Procopius? Casey Stengel?). You could be a little fuzzy dog, for instance. Just follow Daddy onto the sound stage, and you’ve broken into show business!
This little French bulldog is a zoomies master. See how he builds up to sheer loopy, and then builds down. He put a smile on my face; I hope he’ll do the same for you.
Behold a bunch of dogs afraid of cats. Some of them are three or four times the cat’s size, but they all act like they’re totally buffaloed. I suspect there’s something wrong with that metaphor, but I don’t know what.
Here’s a parakeet parading around atop the kitchen table (can I use back-to-back prepositions?). I believe he’s practicing to deliver the next State of the Union speech. He is returned to his cage before he can damage national security.
Something you don’t see every day: a squirrel on a bed.
I wonder why more people don’t have squirrels as pets. You’d think they’d make wonderful pets. Can anybody out there tell us why or why not?
Have you ever felt menaced by those metal things that go round and round with clothes inside them? It may be you need a dog to protect you. No one has ever been attacked by a washing machine with a dog on the job.
We had a cat named Henry, and this cat is named Henry, too. The bird sings to him and says “Hey, cat!” Ain’t domestication wonderful? Our Henry never had a chance to make friends with a bird. He had his eye on our baby fence lizards, which he thought were a new kind of cat treat. I had to cat-proof that terrarium.