Pets ← The Urban Country

How Could You? 2

Apr

2009

I wanted to relay a recent piece that I came across; written by Jim Willis in 2001 [1], it is one of the top-cited essays of its kind and is still making the rounds 8 years later: When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me ...

My first painting 4

Mar

2006

When I was moving into the new place, I was going through some of my personal stuff and I found some drawings that I did back in 1994 when I was 14 years-old. I haven’t really done any drawings since then, so I figured a good way to decorate the new place would be to ...

Dogs sense sarcasm 1

Oct

2005

My dog Mojo took a huge spill tonight. I called her to come to me and she ran full speed ahead toward me on the pavement. Her paw got caught in a sewer drainage and she flipped in the air, landed on her side, and rolled into the curb on the driveway. She got up ...

Ain’t no bone too big for her 1

Jun

2005

I just boned my dog Mojo, but just yesterday Mark told me that my bone is too big for such a small dog. So far there is no indication that my bone is too big for Mojo. She’s already looking for a place to bury my bone. What is your opinion?

My Cute Jack Russell

Jan

2005

For those of you who haven’t seen my puppy, here is “Mojo”. She is a 2-year-old Jack Russell, and she looks even cuter in real life.

The difference between cats and dogs

Nov

2004

Why are dogs a much better pet to have than a cat? I’ve made some observations (since we have both a cat and a dog in the house). When a cat is going to throw up, there is usually quite the build up. It’s almost like the damn thing is having a heart attack, heaving ...

Flying cat

Nov

2004

I just saw the funniest thing. My Jack Russell was play-fighting with my roommate’s cat. Mojo (the Dog) was right in front of Arlow (The cat), so Arlow had this clever idea of averting Mojo. He jumped about 2 feet in the air, cleared Mojo and ran as fast as he could out of my ...

Owned by my dog

Jul

2004

It’s quite evident that I’m actually owned by my dog. She has total control over me. I might as well go to the Humane Society and get some id tags for myself, and heck, I might as well buy myself a collar while I’m at it. Here are the top 5 reasons why I’m owned ...