Feb. 9, 1928. Washington, D.C. “Peter Pan, wire-haired terrier pet of the personal secretary to President Coolidge and Mrs. Edward T. Clark, arrived at the White House today attired in ‘flapper galoshes‘.” (source)
For the Dogs:
So many of us are waiting for veterinarians to catch on to the idea that they can (and should) make exams less scary, less stressful, and more compassionate for our pets. Thank you Dr. V for writing about Fear Free Vet Practices.
You may want to think twice about signing for an unexpected package if you live in Brunete, Spain. Warning: poop ahead.
For the Humans:
If you love books, animals, and libraries, this amazing collection of great reads and the paper art they inspired will make you giddy.
Our failures of kindness may be our greatest regrets. George Saunder’s advice to graduates has (rightly) gone viral. It hit me square in the chest.
For the Laugh:
Suzanne Clothier posted this Cookie Monster video as a reminder to teach your dogs self control. It may be the best dog training/dance song/puppet advice ever produced. I can’t stop watching it: Me Want it, But Me Wait.
And Offline: I finally finished On Looking – really good! I’ve also been reading an amazing book I picked up at an antique store called “Our Town and City Animals” which was published by the ASPCA in 1937 as part of their humane education program. As soon as I’m done, I’ll share some of it with you!
Hey I’m on the road again! Here’s some weekend reading for youz guys:
For the Dogs:
Meet the “Carolina dogs” (and no, they’re not Tar Heel blue), otherwise known as “America’s Dingo.”
Old dogs are the best. Taking care of them at the shelter always broke my heart. A frat house is no place for a dignified senior. So I think this “Silver Hearts” project by the fab Lori Fusaro is the tits.
My dog Birdie tore her ACL the other week, so there’s lots of talk about pain management going around here. Have any of you seen/used this wacky looking thing? Apparently Lil Bub swears by it and she’s always right.
For the Humans:
This is what it means to be the “living change.” I dare you to not be inspired by this trio. In fact, I love this story so much that this is the only post in this category.
And Offline: I’m still reading On Looking (do you guys ever hit a roadblock where you can’t read anything more than a magazine for a few weeks? That’s where I’m at right now. So I’m reading This Old House Magazine. Who needs me to tear out their old toilet?). Plus I’m listening to Juliet, Naked by Nick Hornby in the car while I tool around the Northeast this weekend.
I’m just hanging out in giant white drawers and scuba gear. How’s your summer going? (source)
For the Dogs:
This week the world lost a very special dog to cancer. Grant the Library Dog was the embodiment of all my childhood favorites: dogs and books. Meet him here. And safe travels Grant. I hope that wherever you are, kids are reading your favorite stories to you.
UPDATE: As of October 2013, Amazon has banned all residents of the state of Maine from their affiliate program. It’s a gigantic pissing match between a giant corporation and our state government over the “unconstitutional Maine state tax collection legislation passed by the state legislature and Governor LePage…” (quote from Amazon). So the store still exists, but I no longer earn any commission on the products you purchase there. Fun times, right? Stay tuned for updates!
I want to warn you: This blog post is going to result in a shameless self promotion that may make me wealthy one day. And by wealthy, I mean not rich at all, but more like the kind of woman who owns multiple pairs of flip flops simultaneously, including a pair of “dress” flops. You should stop reading now if that makes you uncomfortable. No hard feelings. Promise.
Before we go any further: I have to tell you about working at the Gap when I was in high school. This was weird, because it was the 90’s and I didn’t look like I worked at the Gap. I dressed like a boy. A boy who alternated between farming (overalls and flannel shirts) and skating (huge jeans and ringer tees) and apprenticing at a funeral home (black, black, black, and Docs), while rapping on the side (puffy vests and Africa medallions – just kidding! I never wore a puffy vest).
But I was a teenager in New Jersey and that means the majority of the jobs available to me were at The Mall. When the Gap offered me five dollars an hour, how could I refuse?
So I worked at the Gap and I was a really, really good salesperson. I sold a lot of clothes because I told people not to buy stuff.
I always gave people my honest opinion about how they looked, which if you’ve ever worked a dressing room, you’ll know means I had to tell people they looked terrible a lot. For those of you who have never worked a dressing room, I’ll just say this: it’s never a bad idea to wear clothes in your actual size, not the size you wish you were or the size you were when you were three.
You might think that I got slapped a lot. Nope! People were tired of corny salesgirls telling them to “just cinch it!” and they appreciated my honesty. When I suggested different clothes, ones that looked good on them, people trusted my opinion.
I genuinely wanted everyone to look nice. Especially all the middle-aged ladies that were going on dates. I really wanted to help them because I thought they were super brave to be out there dating when they were so clearly vulnerable to breaking a hip. Looking back, these women were probably 26. But still. I wanted them to feel fierce (I can say “fierce” because it was the 90’s and RuPaul taught me everything I knew about being a woman).
Almost all of my teenage fashion influences are in this photo. (source)
This radical honesty, combined with my drag queen-like dedication to empowering women to look their best, led to loyal customers and many sales. Occasionally, it also led to people not buying anything. This annoyed my managers.
Shockingly, I never got fired. Not even when I showed up to work dressed like Columbo (brown wool pants, crumpled white button down shirt, cigar in my pocket). I’d like to think that was because the corporate offices at the Gap were monitoring my new approach to sales: honesty, empathy, and relationship building. But it was probably because I left for college a few months later, before my managers could come up with a plan to fire me without triggering a law suit (discriminating against an employee for being a Peter Falk impersonator is serious business).
So all of this is to say: I’m not comfortable selling stuff just for the sake of the sale. I have to believe that it’s really looking good on you/making your life a little easier/getting you laid on your date tonight.
And the point of saying that is because: I wanted to tell you that I started an Amazon affiliate store filled with some of the stuff I mention here on my blog, as well as some of the stuff that you’ve told me is awesome, and I hope you’ll check it out some time. I thought it would be helpful to have some of the products I write about all in one place for easy browsing and linking.
Full (Monty) Disclosure: I earn a little advertising fee when you buy stuff in the store – it’s not so much that I can buy an Airstream, but it’s a little pocket change to go towards paying the bills. The less time I spend rolling pennies, the more time I have to write. Which, after reading this, you may or may not want me to do. (10/7/13: Not anymore. See update at the beginning of the blog).
I feel like I should say, just for the record: affiliates doesn’t change what I write about. I share stuff here that I think will be helpful and that I really like, whether or not it’s for sale in the store. Some of what I mention here is for sale in the store, some of it is for sale in other people’s stores, and some of it is being sold out of the back of a truck by that cousin of yours that no one mentions by name anymore. I like to spread the business around.
No pressure to visit the store. I just felt like it was self-sabotaging to not even announce that I’d made one. So there: I made a store.
I’m back this week to report that no rotten vegetables were thrown at me for last week’s post about what I’ve been reading lately. Neat! Let’s do it again, shall we (the sharing links and not throwing tomatoes)?
My favorite author, Maurice Sendak, with his dog Herman. Photographed by Mariana Cook (Source)
Whoa. I might have to get a Poodle so I can do this. Or maybe I’ll just grab some markers and draw a mustache on Birdie.
I love this blog. The artwork makes me smile. And it’s really helpful. Birdie and I are doing cookie reaches this afternoon to help increase her flexibility.
For the Humans:
Oh Italy. It’s been a while. Why can’t I be rich and go see you every year? Luckily Nat and Bill over at Photo Lab shared these gorgeous photos of their trip, so I can live vicariously through them. You can too.
Listen to James Gandolfini read Maurice Sendak’s In the Night Kitchen. I love this so much. I’m sorry we won’t get to see more from this talented man.
I’m on the road this week, so I thought it might be a good time to share some of my favorite recent reads from around the web.
Do you care? I don’t know!
I figured I’d just share and you can ignore this post if it makes you grumpy. On the flip side, if you like this sort of thing, will you let me know? I’ll keep sharing what I bookmark, but only if makes you guys happy campers. Life is too short to share links no one wants to open, right?