Foz loves his Christmas gift (Taken with instagram)
Fozzy loves his new toys (Taken with instagram)
My dog’s mission in life is to get the stuffing out of any toy, and more importantly, the squeaky. I guarantee the stuffing will be torn out of this toy in the next 24-48 hours.
Fozzy in the meadow (Taken with Instagram at City of Plantation)
I love how he’s looking off into the distance. He never really poses for me though like he did for my ex-roommate Tristyn. He would totally ham it up for her. I think Fozzy is avoiding eye contact with me because I’ve been working long hours in the last couple weeks and he hasn’t seen me as much. Or maybe it’s because he knows I’m going out of town for a week starting Monday.
Q: What up, dog?
A: Nuthin’. Just chillin’.
This TOTALLY looks like my dad’s lab, Rocky.
Groomed dog (Taken with Instagram at City Of Davie)
Since I’m going out of town at the end of the week, I’m having one of my friends take care of my dog while I’m gone. Naturally, I don’t want to hand over a smelly dog, so I had Fozzy groomed at Canine Capers in Davie. It’s a modest looking establishment, but I’ve taken him there for a few months now and he always looks great when they are finished. They might take a little longer than most places, but it’s worth the $50 price (for med size dogs).
Canine Capers is located at 1381 S. University in Plantation.
GPOYW- My dog accidentally made me drop my iPhone and now it’s MAJORLY cracked edition. Please excuse my face sans makeup.
(side note: I have an appointment at the Genius Bar tomorrow in hopes of the Mac gods taking pity on me and replacing it…maybe?)
UPDATE, 3/18/11: The Apple Store in Boca Raton replaced my iPhone for freeeeee! Sadly, the phone was having issues getting service (my iPhone was “searching” for service all day). So I made an appointment at the Apple Store in Fort Lauderdale where they replaced the phone yet again, and since the issues have been resolved. Thank you Apple for your stellar customer service, yet again!
[Ed Note: In recent visits or phone calls with my parents, we seem to reminisce a lot about the past and my childhood. My mom has since urged me to share these stories, hence, a new series in blogs posts titled “True Stories From Yesteryear”. You can check out past entries on sneaking into Dodgers games and Demonic Smurfs]
When I was a kid, all I wanted was a pet. What I really wanted was a dog, but my brother and I got the “your mother and I will be the ones that end up taking care of it” speech. So you can imagine my excitement when my parents caved and finally got us a pet cat (hey, you take what you can get, right?). First came Fluffy, a fancy persian cat that was in a word, a bitch. That’s right, Fluffy was a stuck up fancy pants persian, so she was no fun. To be honest, I forget what happened to her. I think a family friend ended up taking her. Fast forward to Tabby:

My Aunt Virgie had a cat named Samantha, and she had kittens (that whore). So I begged my parents for one of the kittens. They actually caved and let me and my brother keep one, which we named Tabitha (Tabby for short). A few short months after we got her, I remember my dad was taking me and my brother to school (I was probably around 8, my brother maybe 5 or 6) and while in reverse in the driveway, my dad stopped the car. “STAY IN THE CAR”. At the time we had no idea what had just happened, but my dad had RUN OVER THE CAT. So he called my mom out and told us she would take us to school while he took Tabby to the hospital so they could “do an operation on her so they could save her life”.
To be completely honest, I remember being slightly anxious, but I can’t quite remember how upset I was. I think I was okay with the whole thing knowing that my dad took her to the emergency room and she was gonna be ok. So naturally, my face lit up a few days later when my dad brought Tabby home from the vet. I remember vividly how she was wrapped up in bandages around her waist. I thought, THANK GOD! SHE MADE IT! MY KITTY IS HOME! And Tabby ended up being a wonderful house cat throughout our childhood.
FAST FORWARD to about two years ago. This happened when I was about 8 or so. So when I was about 28, my dad and I were on the phone (we talk at least 4-5 times a week) when we were talking about Tabby for some reason. I don’t know what sparked the conversation, but I brought up the time that dad ran her over and saved her life.
*SILENCE*
Me: You remember, right?
Dad: Yeah, but Tabby died.
Me: WHAAAAAAT? No she didn’t, you took her to the vet and I remember she came back….and…(wheels turning in my head)…WAIT A MINUTE!
Dad: (laughing)
Me: You REPLACED HER WITH A NEW CAT???
Dad: Well I had to. I ran over the other one and she died.
Me: (jaw on ground) This WHOLE TIME? Tabby I died and got replaced by Tabby II and I didn’t even know about it?
Dad: What does it matter, you didn’t even know the difference. And you were happy, weren’t you?

And so it goes. The above pictures are of Tabby II. I don’t even think we got photos of Tabby original. My dad didn’t reveal this little tidbit until about two years ago. When I told my aunt, she laughed, since she was the one who had helped my dad find a replacement cat. Looking back, I really appreciate what my family went through to make sure my brother and I weren’t sad about my dad running over our cat. My family is awesome and I love them for it.
Adopt This Dog of the Day: Hachi the Akita/Chow mix has been through hell — and he has the Terminator-like scars to prove it.
According to Petfinder, Hachi was severely burned in a house fire near El Segundo, CA, and is now looking for that special someone “who can overlook what many may find unsightly on the outside to see what a jewel he is on the inside.”
Are you that someone? Find out more on adopting Hachi here.
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Meet the dog who knows 1,022 words
On TODAY Wednesday, Chaser the border collie successfully identified objects by name among a group of 25, demonstrating that she knows more nouns that any other dog in the world.OK, but how’s her Words with Friends skills?
I love awesome pet stories like this. Actually, who DOESN’T?
Fozzy was a little tuckered out after our run today, but it was good for the both of us.
Fozzy on his first doggy play date in Florida (with my friends Ryan and Bianca’s dog, Diesel). Don’t they look adorable together?
A cruel person left this dog chained to the pedestrian walkway on the Williamsburg Bridge during the massive snow storm the other day. A nice person noticed her on his way to work and rescued her. Now he needs someone to give her a forever home! Read the whole story here.