The relentless snow that’s dumping on the U.S. (and no doubt other areas, too) has forced some hoomins to get creative…in order to avoid going stir crazy.
And here we are once again, time for our weekly TGIF. A little earlier than the usual 5pm PT post time- we need your help with this one!
“I finally got this little guy to look at the camera,” writes Jennifer from Virginia. “I’m fostering until he finds his forever home. He was found wandering the streets and his owners said ‘they didn’t want him anymore.’”
[*Note- WHAT? That’s terrible behavior on their part. Quote me on that. I hope they see this post. -Ed.]
“He’s the sweetest, gentlest Pomeranian I’ve ever fostered, and he has no name. Can the good peeps of C. O. Nation help me name him? P.S. Here’s where to go if you’re interested in adopting.”
[Of course, this is the only drawer I’m big enough to look into. They say there’s steak and peanut butter and toll house cookies and orange juice up there. Sigh.]
Today the Department of Unexpected Interspecies Friendship is sighing happily while looking at these awesomely adorable photos of a pair of BFFs who happen to be a Little Owl named Napoleon, aka Poldi, and a Belgian Malinois named Ingo. These fast friends live with Tanja Brandt, a professional animal photographer and collage artist based in Dusseldorf, Germany, who photographs the unusual pair while they’re all outside enjoying the fresh air together. Napoleon is the runt of a brood of 7 little owls hatched by a professional breeder. Ingo often assists Brandt while she photographs other birds, including her Harris’s Hawks, which easily dwarf little Poldi.
"I go outside with them together — Napoleon on my hand, Ingo is free running. I do the same with my big Harris Hawks, but they are also free and can fly. Not so with Napoleon. It’s too dangerous. Every cat would kill him, he don’t know hows [sic] to live free. And so, this is why they trust each other. They respect each other and they can read each other. Ingo knows every reactions from the wild birds and if they are angry, he goes another way […] with the wild birds, he is very soft (not with other dogs or something else).”
“Orphaned baby squirrel ‘Beets’ was brought to the local shelter snuggled and cozy inside an oven mitt thanks to his kind rescuer! He’s now at Coast & Canyon Wildlife in Malibu, California and seems pretty fond of the lady who’s feeding him and taking care of him until he’s old enough to be released back into the wild.” -KB.
The story goes way back, they say, to the days when this city was just a humble mining town. Little Timmy Johnson had fallen down the mine shaft where they stored all the TNT, nitro glycerine, blasting caps, gelignite, sulfuric acid, roman candles, sparklers, plus 24 quarts of diet cola and a case of Mentos.
None of the good townfolk knew what to do. Should they lower a rope, go in after him, or keep making thoughtful muttering noises? But Timmy’s dog Skippy weren’t having any of that. Quick as a wink, he grabs a torch in his mouth and dives down into the shaft. And that was the last they ever saw of Skippy. Or Timmy. Or the town. And that’s how we came to be known as Craterville.
Now, some folks say you can still see Skippy, chasing through the clouds, looking for his master. Buncha nonsense, if’n you ask me.
If you get into a game of staredown with these guys, you’re bound to lose! The mismatched eye color is a condition known as “Heterochromia,” says Bored Panda.
“Look at this little guy!!! OMG! I was walking down the street and first thought it was a bit of doggie poop, but then the poop *moved*! And on closer inspection the poop turned out to have ‘eyes’ and…wasn´t poop at all!”
“(For the scientifically minded, this is the caterpillar of the rather large (palm-sized, eek!) Tersa Sphinx Moth.)”
[I’ll be right here. On the barrel. With a thermos of martini’s. Shaken, not stirred.] (Distractify.)
Yesterday afternoon, Poncho The Wah Wah showed off SEVEN big Rules. Miss Waffles shows off just two- but they’re biggies! Notice RULE NUMBER ONE: Putting up a paw is cute. Follow that right up with RULE NUMBER TWENTY-EIGHT: If your head looks down, but your eyes look up, it’s cute.
And here we are once again, time for our weekly TGIF. A little earlier than the usual 5pm PT post time- we need your help with this one!
“Orphaned baby squirrel ‘Beets’ was brought to the local shelter snuggled and cozy inside an oven mitt thanks to his kind rescuer! He’s now at Coast & Canyon Wildlife in Malibu, California and seems pretty fond of the lady who’s feeding him and taking care of him until he’s old enough to be released back into the wild.” -KB.
We get emails….and then we get emails. 
Some of y’all have the day off today! #YAY
