Word has come to us from the eastern shores of New Jersey of the existence of a 33-pound cat. Yes, a 33-pound cat.
I’m one of those women – let’s call them insufferable women – who brings her little dog everywhere.
Murph comes to work with me, goes shopping with me, and occasionally hits up yoga with me. He’s a regular at my laundromat, and as soon as the weather warms up, he’ll reclaim his usual seat on the deck at Bridget Foy’s.
To the absolute horror of my mother, wedding invitations are frequently addressed to “Ms. Monica Weymouth and Murph.” (A joke, perhaps, but it’s not easy to find a plus-one when you own a stroller for your shih tzu.)
I do not, however, walk him over to Super Fresh or CVS, as these places don’t allow dogs — something about health codes and common sense or whatever — and the alternative is leaving him outside. Read more »
The allegations were shocking: mass killings of dogs, sadists abusing innocent creatures, maimed and ill animals suffering in squalor. They surfaced repeatedly on Facebook, on websites with names like Justice for Chester County Animals, and in mainstream publications like the Inquirer and the Delaware County Daily Times.
A puppy mill? A dog-fighting ring? Read more »
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Because you can’t overlook your canine friend—and because there are only so many bones one dog can have—there’s this: Barbour’s dapper tartan coat. It’s made of insulated nylon and has a corduroy collar and an adjustable strap that fastens around the body so pups stay toasty and comfortable. Prepare to have the best-dressed pooch in town.
At first glance, the Schuylkill River Park’s dog run looks like a commercial for Philadelphia.
Fit, smiling couples throw Frisbees to chocolate labs as rescued pit bulls romp around with St. Bernard puppies. Runners stop on the bridge overhead to watch the action, cheering for the nimble German shepherd fielding tennis ball pop-flies.
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What A Good Dog // Frazer
Owner Mary Remer, who’s spent more than 30 years training dogs, believes socialization makes most canines happiest, so she designed her state-of-the-art, 18,000-square-foot facility around that concept. There are 20 play yards and five fields for small-group romping, a misting system for refreshing dogs, and an indoor agility course. Come sleepy-time, staffers match dogs to their neighbors by breed, age, sex and temperament to reduce anxiety. Overnight stays come with lots of time in the sun; you can also add one-on-one leash walks, games of catch, swimming lessons and straight-up cuddle time. go here for: Extra love and attention for your senior dog. // 295 Three Tun Road.
Is nothing sacred? Read more »
I wrote a story for the September issue of the magazine about some very nice dogs. I started working on the story back in February, so for a long time, whenever anyone asked me what I was writing, I would tell them about these dogs. This provided an opportunity for people who knew me to say, “So! I guess you’re thinking about getting another dog!”
This was especially true of my two kids, who, when they were growing up, frequently accused me of loving our dog more than I loved them. There was some truth to this. Homer, the collie/shepherd mix who shared our lives for 12 years, never once kept me waiting, never couldn’t find his shoes, never talked back, never got arrested. It’s been five years now since we had to have him put to sleep, and I guess that’s considered a suitable length of time for mourning, because suddenly everybody is convinced I must want another dog.
“Don’t you miss when we used to take Homer for walks?” my daughter Marcy will ask, apparently forgetting that she frequently had to be hauled out of the house kicking and screaming when it was time for those walks. “A dog would make it easier for you to make new friends,” my son Jake will say. He’s become convinced I need to “make some new friends your own age,” as he puts it, like I’m a socially inept sixth-grader and he’s the parent. He recently guilted me into paying $220 for a special tailgating parking pass at his college, to fulfill some fantasy he has of me clinking highball glasses with the parents of his football teammates before the games. But he’s not going to guilt me into getting another dog.
I don’t want another dog. Read more »
You’ve probably been doing most of your dog and cat eating in secret, ashamed to admit that as much as your pet Fido or Chloe was fun in life, well, they were much, much tastier in death. But it turns out that it is perfectly legal for you to chow down on Schnauzer Stew and Cassoulet de Chat in most of the 50 Enlightened States of America, including Pennsylvania. But the cretins in our state legislature may be about to pull the plug on these socially forbidden delicacies. Read more »