What makes your dog so amazing? We're sure you're itching to tell us; hopefully not flea-related.
But we get it! You've acquiesced to the great responsibilities of an unpaid full-time photographer, play mate, and kibble provider. You’ve come to terms with the fact that your personal effects may be destroyed, your spouse stolen in broad daylight, your sleep pattern and sleeping area may be repossessed, or slobbered upon. But like us, you’re probably so inspired by the return that you can write a non-fiction, humorous, tail-tale best-seller.
Send us a picture of your dog & a creative short description of what makes it so hilarious, and it'll be featured along with the furry league of characters below.
He will Jedi mind trick you into feeling bad and taking him to the park at midnight if he wants to play, even in 10-degree weather. Before you know it, you’re sitting on the couch, start to get chilly, put on sweatpants, then a jacket, and are on your way to the park!
He chases squirrels every chance he gets but doesn’t know what to do with them once he catches them. A squirrel fell out of a tree and he chased it into the woods. Fearing the worst, I followed, only to find both he and the squirrel quietly sitting together.
He will not eat without playing with one of his toys first. You must get him excited and only after you chase him around the apartment will he eat. Don’t forget to pay attention to him while he’s eating or he might stop… Only child syndrome…
We know he understands “park tomorrow” versus “park now” because he will drink all of his water and put himself to bed at 8 pm if we say it instead of running to the door.
Zeus will talk all day if you let him. He has something to say about everything and is not afraid to speak his mind. Speaking of speaking his mind, Zeus burps louder than most humans I know. He will make his way to you, sit down and stick his head in your lap so you will pet him, only to let a massive belch in your face. It is truly awe-inspiring.
I truly believe he could walk himself to central park from our home, I would let him try if he didn’t have to cross the streets.
He poses for photos. If you say his name while you have the camera out, he will pose for you and give you time to snap a few photos.
Andrew & Min from Manhattan, NY
Hazel is ridden with funny quirks. One that stands out is her ability to express what she’s feeling through her face as one can see in these pictures. She’s able to express what she’s feeling in that moment (A true New Yorker, but alas! without the accent!). Her ears speak of curiosity and anticipation, her eyes speak of unshared food accusations and guilt, her half-moon eyebrows speak of love and tenderness. Hazel has all the makings of an Oscar-winning actress. I'd pay top dollar to see that film!
Hazel is a very special baby from the Northshore Animal League Shelter, and we've enjoyed her since August of 2017. She is 4 and a half, filled with so much character and doggie sass. She absolutely loves cuddling and napping, loves her chicken breakfast and dinners, and sits by you with the express purpose of sharing your food. She follows us everywhere and is curious about a lot of the stuff we do, even though she has character, she does have an attitude problem. Hazel is our best friend and we love her so very much! We called her Hazel but we don't stop short in thinking she's our Hazel "nut".
Ata & Sophia from Jackson Heights, NY
Nemo had a raspy voice, reminiscent of an aging crooner with an argumentative temper. When confronted for his unacceptable behavior, or when awakened from his naps, he'd utter every word unknown to his humans with an extra serving of lip service. But he was really soft, so that made things alright with his momma. She spoiled him because he had softness going for himself.
Nemo’s personality changed with the length of his fur, as did his nicknames. Every 3 months or so Nemo would get a haircut from his groomer. He would emerge with a short close-to-the-skin shave. His pink belly bore a striking resemblance to an uncooked haggis, the Scottish delicacy. He was happiest at the “Haggis” phase, though he both hated and feared the process that transformed him.
As his fur started to grow in, his brown eyes and nose became prominent antique leather buttons, brown and domed, the kind you might find on a tweed blazer. We called him "Buttons" then. At this stage, his short bow-legs filled in with just enough fur to make them appear proportioned to the rest of his body.
After approximately a month and a half, “Sven” emerged. The blond fur around his muzzle begged for an accompanying red sweater to complete the image of a Scandinavian heartthrob. Try as we might, it was impossible to get Nemo to wear a sweater. He was a tough guy who preferred to endure the elements ‘al fresco’.
“Mulch” made his appearance shortly before it was time for the next grooming. His hair grew over his eyes, down his back and took on a messy dirty hue, especially after walks in the rain. Mulch may be good for the garden, but not for a dog. At this stage it was time to make an appointment, and quick. Nemo was not happy with long hair. He would have made an awful hippy.
Pam from Astoria, NY