When my humans are away, I have to come up with ways to entertain myself. So I invented a game I call . . .
CATCH THE TOY!
Basically, I . . . catch . . . toy . . .
Well, that sounds boring, but it's really not! Check it out!
When my humans are away, I have to come up with ways to entertain myself. So I invented a game I call . . .
CATCH THE TOY!
Basically, I . . . catch . . . toy . . .
Well, that sounds boring, but it's really not! Check it out!
While that headline sounds like its from the Daily Telegraph or another UK tabloid, it's a actually a very serious problem.
I almost twisted my puppy ankle the other day at the dog park because some people (not dogs) just leave their toys lying around. Look!
As a doctor, I can assure you that joint injuries are no laughing matter. Please remember to pick up your dog's balls the next time you're at the park!
Here's a scene from this summer's blockbuster, featuring my cousin Tom "Hearty" Sauce.
"When the socks are in tatters and all the chicken is eaten, then you have my permission to clean the apartment."
I'm starting another feature that I call "*sigh* . . . Humans." It will be where I, Dr. Sauce, bring my keen analytical mind to bear on things humans do that I find perplexing.
Today's incomprehensible human behavior is: Giving Dogs Embarrassing Haircuts.
Listen, I know that dogs and humans have developed a mutually beneficial system of co-existence. You rely on us for companionship, protection, and attracting potential mates. We rely on you for easy food, a comfy bed, and grooming. (Also, chicken).
Yes, although we dogs can do pretty much anything without humans or cats getting involved, we cannot hold scissors. At least, not in a way that allows to use them effectively. Therefore, we rely on humans to provide for grooming. DON'T ABUSE OUR TRUST.
Simple 'dos are better! No dog wants to look like a mop! Here are some statistics:
Here is a PSA I made about this problem:
So please, people, be kind and get your dog a sensible trim.
In order to let you know more about me (Dr. Sauce), I thought it would be fun to show you some pictures of my extended family. To start it off, this is a picture of my distant uncle, Solicitor Rupert Popplesauce.
Born in 1799, Rupert Popplesauce was admitted a solicitor in the King's Bench Division and practiced out of an office on Barkhingam Road, London. An admitted Whig, Popplesauce nonetheless became associated with the South Australian Literary and Scientific Association where he supported emigration as the "truefth efpreffion of the democratic fpirit."
He also enjoyed chicken and napping.
Hey everybody!
I just wanted to let you know that I'll be aiming to update the site on Mondays-Wednesdays-Saturdays. It's hard work typing these updates when you don't have fingers!
"Updates make me sleepy!"