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Babysitting this adorable, yet crazy little girl. Her name is Maryann. She’s adopted.
She may not be the prettiest thing on the block — hmm, on second thought…
I was with her human when he adopted her from the Philadelphia Animal Welfare Society (PAWS) five years ago. She follows him everywhere.
As with most animals, she has a personality all her own. If you bring her cookies, she’s your friend for life.  :op

Babysitting this adorable, yet crazy little girl. Her name is Maryann. She’s adopted.

She may not be the prettiest thing on the block — hmm, on second thought…

I was with her human when he adopted her from the Philadelphia Animal Welfare Society (PAWS) five years ago. She follows him everywhere.

As with most animals, she has a personality all her own. If you bring her cookies, she’s your friend for life.  :op

  • WRONG MEETING?

Is this video going too far to make a point? Perhaps, but make It’s Point it does.

Given a choice, I will always choose a rescue over a breeder dog any day. Rescued pets seem to know their situation, and appreciate you for giving them a good home.

You’d be surprised how many “Pure Breeds” can be found at your local Animal Shelter or SPCA. But “mutts” are my favorite. The majority of dogs who lived with me were mutts.

Besides… Mutts are just Pure Breads that haven’t yet been acknowledged by the American Kennel Club Association.

To find a pet that’s right for you, click here -> http://www.petfinder.com/index.html

The Neighbor Kid

I am God Father to a precocious dog named Maryann. A good friend and neighbor rescued her from The Philadelphia Animal Welfare Society (PAWS) a few years ago. He asked if I would look out for Maryann should anything happen to him. I said yes.

Maryann doesn’t like water, so it takes two of us and a bit of bribery to get her under the hose. She’ll do anything for *Pedigree Marrowbone Treats. They’re like doggy crack!

Today was warm enough, so we gave her a bath.

While rinsing her off, one of the neighborhood kids, barely ten years old and just a little off, ran up to us and said, “I like pink.” Then he ran away giggling. My neighbor and I just stared. I’m not sure why the little boy felt the need to run up to us and proclaim his love of pink. It was an odd moment. Did he mean to say he likes the color pink? Or, in a moment of unbridled passion, was he merely exclaiming his appreciation for the vocal stylings of the rock goddess Pink?

Clearly, we put more thought into this than the neighbor kid had. But it did make me smile and wish I was as young and carefree as a child more often. Perhaps all it takes is a little randomness in our lives.

When was the last time you did something out of the ordinary just because it was fun? It’s been a while for me. Maybe I’ll start a game of tag in Rittenhouse Square Park tomorrow.