Kathy T posts over at Shak and Jill about something I feel fairly strongly about: Putting your dogs up when people will be in your house, but you won’t be there. Check it:

I know the cutest dogs in the world can be just plain nasty when
they are protecting their homes.  Even if it’s a big slobbering furball
of love when the seller is around, their personalities can drastically
change in the absence of the homeowner.  And honestly, when they bark
at strangers - especially strangers who have walked into THEIR house
with the homeowner gone - they are doing their jobs to protect that home.

Let me tell you, Lucy was NOT pleased that we were there.  She
snarled, growled, barked, and ran in circles.  She was angry.  She was
terrified.  My buyer and I did not stay around very long, not just
because the place didn’t meet her needs but also because we wanted to
spare Lucy the chihuahua from more stress.

See, you never can really know how your dog will act when you’re not around, especially when the people coming into your home are strangers. Even if your dog is a tiny little guy who is incapable of doing any damage, it still stresses them out terribly.

So please, for other people’s safety and your dog’s safety, put your dog up when strangers will be coming into your home.

Oh, Cute Overload, you’ve overloaded me with…something….today with your post about dog wigs. The pug with the combover just about killed me, seriously. I love it.

Head over to see more dogs in wigs!

Taken from here.

Did you know I blog about a hundred million other places other than here? Okay, I’m exaggerating just a tad, but I wanted to let you know about my Furminator review and giveaway over at Home Ec 101. Simply put- I loved the Furminator. Go see what I’m on about!

Remember the Trunk Monkey videos from long ago? Here’s a fun compilation of them.

I borrowed this picture of my favorite cat blogger’s cats playing because I can’t get a good shot of my cats playing at ALL. My camera’s too slow, the cats are too fast. I keep getting shots of just a tail or sometimes, just my floor. Never the cats in action. Must work on my photography skills.

So, Shadow went back to the vet this week for a recheck and all checked out fine. He’s in good shape and has even gained half a pound. Go, kitten, go! The vet said it would be okay for him to meet the other kitties, so home we went to make introductions.

As I suspected, Spike was pretty friendly from the get-go. Shadow walked right up to him and Spike looked at him like, "What, dude?" Within an hour, Spike was playing the kitten game that he had played with Simon when they were little. Spike pounds his tail on the floor. The other cat tries to catch the tail, unsuccessfully. Wash, rinse, repeat.

Simon, on the other hand, was not a fan at the beginning. He spent the first half of the day hissing at Shadow every time he came near. As of last night, though, Simon has come around and has been playing with Shadow. It’s a "I’m the top cat and you must bow to my superior ways" kind of playing, but it’s still playing.

I had wondered how it would all play out, but it seems it’s working out well. It’s funny, Shadow is full of kitten energy and plays constantly. Spike and Simon aren’t so full of energy, so they don’t always play when Shadow wants to. Last night Shadow jumped on Spike, and Spike who is easily three times Shadow’s size and about 20 times his weight didn’t even move. He just blinked at Shadow like, "Not now, man, I need my beauty rest."

Ah, the endless entertainment of having cats in the house.

And no, it’s not Yogi Bear, either:

She was with her six-year-old daughter and two-year-old son on a day trip to
  the Bedfordshire park in July, when the bizarre incident took place.

"I was driving us to the bear and wolf area when I saw a car stopped right in
  front of me," she said.

"There was a bear in front of it, so I stopped too and started taking
  pictures.

"I saw it take a hubcap off the car then start walking towards us. I locked
  all the doors quickly, we didn’t know what it would do.

"It put the hubcap down and then banged on the window, as if it was trying to
  get my attention.

"It was almost like it wanted to give me the wheel cap."

Read more here.

I came across a bunch of videos where people are using the FURminator on their dogs and the results are quite impressive, look:

Blonde Mom posted this picture of an absolutely adorable corgi. Oh, cute kid, too. She writes that now she’s having to fight off the "want a new dog but the old dog will not stand for that, man" blues. I know how it is, corgis especially tug at my heart strings. There’s something about their squat little bodies and great big ears that makes my heart melt.

What breeds do you have a soft spot in your heart for?