Late last week Bruce and I drove to Cupertino so I could drop him off at work before Fynn and I headed to the San Francisco Zoo. As we came off the exit I saw something. “There’s a kitten!” I screamed. I didn’t know if it was alive or not, but as Bruce slowed for the stoplight, I opened the passenger door, jumped out and yelled back, “I’m going to get it.”
I hurriedly walked down the exit, but then slowed, worried the tiny black kitten, huddled on the side of the road, would get scared and run into traffic. But it didn’t move. I thought it may be dead, but as I softly touched his little head it stirred and gave a small meow. I wrapped my cardigan around its little body, gently scooped it up and walked back to the stoplight. Bruce pulled up a few seconds later and we headed to the nearest vet hospital.
Lately it seems the fashion world has taken the catwalk as literal inspiration. When kitties aren’t showing up on shoes, swimsuits, and dresses, they’re working it as actual models or living the life as meow muses. Jason Wu famously revealed that his black cat Milu inspired his Target line and now Karl Lagerfeld, of the house of Chanel, has introduced the fashion world to his muse, Choupette.
This cat is insanely cute, which explains how she’s been able to mesmerize the entire fashion industry. Lagerfeld recently sat down with Harpers Bazaar to gush about his petite minou, who it turns out lives quite the lush lifestyle.
A few weeks ago we inherited an amazing australian shepherd. Technically we’re fostering him for my sister-in-law while she works out in the desert, but I have a feeling we won’t be able to give Chip back. This guy is beyond awesome. He plays really well with Milo, Fynn adores him, and he’s amaze-balls with the cats. I’m actually hoping his zen-like interactions with the kitties will rub off on Milo the terrorist. So far, so good.
When Chip came to us he was full on, long-hair aussie. Being the middle of summer, his ‘do was a little oppressive, plus it was turning into a primo spot for fleas to set up camp. A dose of flea meds and a trip to the groomers has completely changed this dude. I got him a puppy cut and, well, that’s exactly what he now looks like. Every time we’re out and about people stop me to ask how old my puppy is. “Ten,” I say.
“Months?” they ask.
“No, years.” This usually leads to mouths dropping to the floor.
Being an australian shepherd, when I went to pick up Chip from the groomers he came bounding out with a bandana around his neck. What is it about bandanas and australian shepherds? While I think the accessory is cute, I do find them a little annoying when on leash. They always get tangled up with your dog’s collar. Good thing pet design company, Wildebeest, is so darn clever.
So many dog owners don’t have time to properly exercise their pups, but they often mistakenly think that hiring a dog walker to take their four-legged friend out for a quick whizz is enough to stimulate their canines. For most it’s not, which leads to destroyed shoe collections and chewed up pillows (I’m looking at you Milo!).
Last week we introduced you to Sunny. I don’t know about you, but when I read about his mum’s dog running company, Trailblazing Tails, I wanted to know more.