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Please signal boost this for anyone that owns a dog, works with dogs or knows someone with a dog, this is SO IMPORTANT.

A lot of dog owners give their dogs peanut butter. It’s great as a treat given in small quantities and most dogs love the stuff. But PLEASE check the ingredients before giving it to your dog. There is a sweetener called XYLITOL, often found in chewing gum, dental hygiene products and it can also be purchased as a sweetener itself, and now they’ve started putting it in some peanut butters. It is EXTREMELY TOXIC to dogs and can be potentially fatal if not dealt with immediately when ingested by a dog. Check the ingredients, if XYLITOL is mentioned then PLEASE DO NOT FEED IT TO YOUR DOG! If you suspect your dog has ingested XYLITOL, which can often happen through dogs finding chewing gum in bags (they like the smell of mint), or if they do happen to have peanut butter containing it, call your vet straight away. I’m a dog trainer, I see lots of goods, but I also see the bads, and the last thing I want to see is dogs coming to harm because people are unaware of this so please if there’s one thing you do then reblog this or at least tell people about it. Thank you so much!

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Best friends. <3

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Ha.

“The shared meal elevates eating from a mechanical process of fueling the body to a ritual of family and community, from the mere animal biology to an act of culture.” ― Michael Pollan, In Defense of Food

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Yes, yes, yes. Share and spread. 

18 Reasons Foxes Are The Most Adorable Creatures In Existence http://bzfd.it/1DncAzp 

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Wow, this is great stuff. 

I was walking last night and it was beautiful outside. The wind had kicked up some wonderful distillation of everything great about being outdoors at night.

When I lived in New York it was standard operating procedure for me to look up at nice apartments and think about how great the lives of the...

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“Sometimes she did not know what she feared, what she desired: whether she feared or desired what had been or what would be, and precisely what she desired, she did not know.”  —Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina

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If a Martian came to Earth and knew nothing of science or culture but watched several seasons of Gilmore Girls, he'd quickly come to believe that blue eye color was a dominant gene and that Woodward and Bernstein were the only journalists of note in all of history. Just sayin'.

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humans...being.

At Eli's: Woman wearing a fur vest is approached by another. "I just love your fur!" says the latter. "Does your fox shed?” “No! And thank you!” says the first, delighted.

All I could have offered the foxes of the world, in that moment, were my tears and my anger. But I suppose neither would have helped anyone. I could just tell myself "that's what you get for going to Eli's," but you know what? That's not enough for me. 

So...Is that all there is?

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goodness, yes.

“If you expect nothing from anybody, you’re never disappointed.” —Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

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“The “feminine” woman is forever static and childlike. She is like the ballerina in an old-fashioned music box, her unchanging features tiny and girlish, her voice tinkly, her body stuck on a pin, rotating in a spiral that will never grow.” — Susan Faludi, Backlash

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wow.

“My God, he couldn’t help thinking, how terrible it is to be that age, to have emotions so near the surface that the slightest turbulence causes them to boil over. That, very simply, was what adulthood must be all about — acquiring the skill to bury things more deeply. Out of sight and, whenever possible, out of mind.” ― Richard Russo, Empire Falls

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"Days of the Phoenix:" Older Cousin of the McKittrick Hotel

Once upon a time in high school, I loved a band with the kind of devotion that seems to come so naturally to a sixteen year old girl. When this album was released sometime in the beginning of my junior year, I listened to a track called "Days of the Phoenix" on repeat, often testing the patience of the other occupants of our small apartment in Morningside Heights. The song, I think, is a nod to the glory of performing for the fans who feel they've entered a special, secret place when they go to shows. It celebrates the uniqueness of the culture that they--AFI--were trying to create and to conduct. Somehow, they insisted, embracing the absurdity of life with all of its pain and loneliness in a small and warm environment could somehow unite all those who entered, bringing them a kind of encouragement. These days of the Phoenix--these gatherings--expertly wrought by those who believed in them, were a place of refuge for the more dramatic among us. 

I think it was around the time of my second or third visit to the McKittrick when I realized how much I'd have loved to spend all the time I could at the hotel when I was in high school. It was as a teenager, after all, that I decided to embrace the unfamiliar and the macabre; perhaps to catch it before it could decide to pursue me, unannounced and without my consent. And when I entered the elevator off the Manderley for the first time, years later at age 29, part of my consciousness harkened back to those days and to that desire to find comfort in the strange; to love the honesty of facing fear rather than trying to avoid it at 3pm on some Tuesday, in the supermarket while everyone around you seems so normal normal normal. Now so happy in life but with the anxiety of time and the unknown ever present as they are for us all, here I was taking back some of that control, under a mask, and no one could see me.

Indeed, almost as soon as I feel in love with The McKittrick, I remembered this song. And as I replayed the lyrics in my head I was amused to discover how well they related to the experience of attending the show. So without further ado, here are the lyrics to the song. Go ahead, play the link and listen! 

"I remember when I was told a story of crushed velvet, candle wax, and dried up flowers The figure on the bed all dressed up in roses, calling Beckoning to sleep, Offering a dream Words were as mystical as purring animals The circle of rage The ghosts on the stage appeared The time was so tangible, I'll never let it go Ghost stories handed down, reached secret tunnels below No one could see me I fell into yesterday Our dreams seemed not far away I want to, I want to, I want to stay I fell into fantasy The girl on the wall always waited for me, And she was always smiling The teenage death boys The teenage death girls And everyone was dancing Nothing could touch us then No one could change us then Everyone was dancing Nothing could hurt us then No one could see us then Everyone was dancing Everyone was dancing No one could see me"

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photos by gerry ellis from the david sheldrick wildlife trust, a nursery and orphanage for elephants in kenya’s tsavo east national park. here, fifty five keepers are charged with being around the clock parents to an elephant. the elephants, however, are the ones who chose their caretakers; it is the keepers who must ingratiate themselves to the elephants and earn their trust.

when elephants first arrive at the orphanage they are often traumatized from having witnessed the slaughter of their mothers and family by poachers. grieving can last several months, and they often lose the will to live. but as dame daphne sheldrick, founder of the orphanage, explains, a caretaker is charged with “persuading an elephant to live when it wants to die.”

approximately 35,000 elephants are killed by humans every year. with an estimated 350,000 elephants left in the whole continent of africa, they will be gone in the wild within ten years.

cbc’s the nature of things did a program on the elephants and their caretakers. you can foster an elephant with the david sheldrick wildlife trust online here. for more on the emotional lives of elephants, as well as the david sheldrick wildlife trust and other human efforts to save them, check out these posts

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This has to be seen. 

Where do plastic bottle caps go? A lot of them end up in the ocean. 75% of ocean debris is made of plastic. And it doesn’t just float around. A lot of it ends up killing marine life, like this young albatross.

We talked with marine biology professor Richard Thompson yesterday, and he said:

It’s not about banning plastics. It’s about thinking about the ways that we deal with plastics at the end of their lifetime to make sure that we capture the resource.

On Midway Island, where this photo was taken, 1/3 of albatross chicks die from ingesting plastic. This image comes from photographer Chris Jordan, who says:

For me kneeling over their carcasses is like looking into a macabre mirror. These birds reflect back an appallingly emblematic result of the collective trance of our consumerism and runaway industrial growth.

Jordan directed a film about Midway Island and you can explore more of his pictures here.

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Each year over 3 - 4 million pets are tragically euthanized in high intake municipal shelters across the United States simply because of overcrowding. The shelters, who have the grim job of killing these pets, list these pets as “unwanted”. The Bark Avenue Foundation in collaboration with our pa...

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ISLA VISTA, CA—In the days following a violent rampage in southern California in which a lone attacker killed seven individuals, including himself, and seriously injured over a dozen others, citizens living in the only country where this kind of mas...

The Onion, known for its poignant satire, is not trying to be funny here. We ourselves have become a mockery of a civilized nation. This is reality. This is our country. This kind of thinking-- "reasoning," is taking place. There is an answer which is so theoretically attainable and yet so elusive-- its naysayers so entrenched and ensnarled as they are, in American lawmaking. What do we do? What do we do.

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HA, yes.

BLAH is back.