Saturday, July 16, 2016

The monster of Frankenstein's new pet

Hello everyone. I would like to introduce you to good friend of mine: the creature of Doctor Frankenstein, AKA The Monster.
Hello Monster! Hello!
He's very pleased to meet you.
My friend was looking for a new pet since his vampire bat Jessica died in her sleep.

Rest in peace, Jessica.
My friend the Monster is single and a little lonely. So I figured he needed a new companion and took him to the pet shop to choose his new pet.
What about a dog?

Or a canary?
A cat maybe? 
The monster was about to give up. What creature could possibly replace his beloved bat?
But suddenly he chanced upon young Kyle and his goldfish...
Kyle's popularity has dramatically increased since his dad started working in a GMO laboratory.
For the Monster it was obvious, his next pet would be a walking goldfish! 
Have fun with your new friend my dear Monster!

Sunday, July 10, 2016

How I got to have so many dogs

Last year my dog Katie's belly started to inflate and swell...
And she gave birth to a lot of insanely cute little dog larvae.
But I couldn't keep them all, I had to let some of them go in their new families. It was hard.
 But I decided to keep two. Three. Four.
They are my babies. They are friendly and cute but poorly trained and invasive.
They have an unlimited potential for destruction. Trying to keep a clean place in their presence is like brushing your teeth while eating cookies.
They baby sled dogs, full of energy. We do sport together.
Theses big puppies are so funny and adorable. Everybody loves them.
Well almost everybody...

Saturday, July 9, 2016

Sled dogs

When I was little, I was a real bookworm. I was particularly fond of stories about sled dogs and exciting adventures in the Far North.
I decided that I wanted to be a musher when I grow up.
I grew up and -sorry mom- I didn't change my mind.
But before buying my first Alaskan husky, I needed to learn  more about sled dogs. So I decided to spend a couple months in the northern forest with a real musher and his team.
And I learned a lot of things.
Living in the bush with animals is TRULY amazing. But not the glamorous way that is depicted in books and movies. If you're not into mushing this is certainly how you picture a dog musher:
But in reality this is how I was looking like after a few days with the dogs.

But it did'nt bother me. At least it was very authentic way of life. Maybe it was not glamorous but the surrounding was in fact very romantic.   
But more important, I learned about DOGS.
Dogs are beautiful people. They are gentle and sweet creatures.
But sled dogs are born to run. When it comes to pulling, sled dogs run wild. Handlers, watch out!
Harnessing up a dog can be tricky as they are excited about running.
Dogs are characters. Some of them like little Kera are very shy and quiet.
But their true personality fully reveals in front of a sled.
When some other dogs like Halona, think being pretty will exempt them from this exhausting exercice.

The dog's will to run is a fundamental of Mushing. You cannot force a to run. They do it because they like it.
Meet Blue. He's a gorgeous and powerful canine athlete.
Blue loves his job. But he also loves to give slobbery kisses to his teammate! Even the best dogs have their moments.
Snow dogs live a very simple life. They run, eat, sleep. And they don't get bored of this routine. They are very enthusiastic about what they do, and very grateful of what they have. They often express this gratitude by singing. And good meal or a nice run are all good reasons to sing!
But sometimes, the timing is wrong.

This wonderful experience strengthened my desire to spend my life surrounded by these playful, smelly, noisy, adorable, incredible animals.  
And therefore I adopted my first race dog: Katie. 

Friday, July 1, 2016

Pets are parasites

Animals are by our side since the dawn of Humanity. These noble creatures used to be precious assets in the great fight for survival. 

Nowadays, although they've become completely useless, pets are still very popular: their lovely facies allow them to blithely squat our homes, live a lazy life and enjoy free food. No struggle for life anymore for those lucky bastards.
Meanwhile the wild animals that used to be a threat are endangered.

You can say, okay fair enough! They helped us in the past, we owe them. But sometimes it gets just ridiculous. I have a friend who's got an old fat cat that she calls her baby. It spends his life eating like a pig and shedding on her bed. My friend thinks he's adorable.
I think he's lucky to be born a cat. Imagine one second if he was actually a human being...  
Isn't he cute and chubby?
Pets are nothing more than parasites. Let me show you now a beginner's guide to the feline sponger: 


Well actually I have no lessons to give about that. I'm seriously infested myself.