Marmosetherapy

I’ve started dedicating one of my browser tabs to marmoset images so that when I’m feeling cranky, overwhelmed, or generally bedraggled I can click on it and feel a little bit better.

This one’s my favorite. Just look at that crazy ass little primate face.

"no me digas!"

“glow, spot, glow.”

The days of misplacing your puppy are over:

glowing fucking puppy!

google image of the day

When you google image “retarded puppy,” this is what you get.
Just FYI.

“Pets Everlasting”

A couple of days ago, I read this article in the New York Times about these folks who are cloning pet owners’ beloved pets–for a steep, steep price, of course.

So, if you really love Toonces, or Rusty, or Tucker, you don’t really have to say goodbye when he dies! Live on in your heart? How about on your sofa bed instead!

There are, I don’t know… maybe five billion issues with this, but these are the three that are foremost in my mind.

1. With so, so many animals being killed in pounds each year because they can’t be placed, it seems a little fucked up to allow people to freaking reincarnate their dead animals instead of giving a home to one of these poor guys awaiting the chopping block.

2. I think the grief process is a sucky but important part of being human, and I don’t like the way this messes with it.

3. How long till we try this with people? This is provided someone’s not done it already, which they probably have. Can we even begin to imagine the implications?

(And… one last  thing… how weird is it that this is in the “Home and Gardens” section? I mean, seriously.)

A neighborly plea

Dear Neighborhood Dog Owner,

There is little that sours a perfectly good mood more completely than stepping in a steaming pile of dog poo. I should know, as my perfectly good mood was soured just moments ago by stepping in such a pile, coyly covered by a fallen leaf.

You–yes, you!–have the power to prevent these instantaneous conversions of good karma to bad karma.

Please?

Jess on Holly.