25 Friendly Neighborhood Faces Who Just Wanted To Pop By And Say Hello

23 days ago

Even if you don’t have a pet of your own, opportunities are there’s still a little animal buddy in your life you look forward to seeing. Maybe it’s a friendly face on your route to the office every day or a new buddy you bumped into on vacation.

Whatever the reason, there’s simply no stopping the smile they put on your face when you consider their silly ones gazing back at you. They’re happy to brighten your day for a small exchange of cuddles…and if you happen to share a treat with them too, well, even better!

1. “Got any snacks ?? “

2. “Wow, you’re only just now getting out of bed? “

3. “You call that a sway? “

4. “Okay, let’s hit up the nearest Burger King.”

5. “You call it trash, we call it breakfast.”

6. I’m not sure I’d ever make it to work if this face was on my way.

7. “Did you ensure which route that bird ran? “

8. “I’m merely a normal dog! I swear! Woof! “

9. Every hour they light up the grill…

10. The tiniest, grumpiest little guy.

11. “Ahem, the bird feeder isn’t going to fill itself.”

12. These drama club kids have got the pathetic “feed me” face down pat.

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13. “Good neighbors share their tuna casserole. Just sayin’.”

14. This fluffy lil’ guy definitely wants to play a game with you.

15. “No, don’t go! My chin needs more scratches !! “

16. “You have the best narratives, dude.”

17. “Can’t sleep either, huh? “

18. You gave him bacon once and now every time…

19. “I think this selfie really captures my majesty, don’t you? “

20. “We can talk about winter after you hand over that ham sandwich.”

21. “Shh, you can’t ensure me. I’m a master of disguise.”

22. “Ugh, I got sand in my shell. Little assistance? “

23. “Aw yeah, you gotta soak in these rays with me, man.”

24. “You’re so embarrassing.” “Whatever, I’m hungry! “

25. It’s not a backyard party without this subtle guest.

It’s like the animal equivalent of having nieces or nephews. All the adorable, cute faces without having to worry about picking up their poo later on!

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Baby Adorably Joins Dogs In Howling

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And now his cute newborn son has joined in on the action. So cute!

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How Well Do You Know The 6 Portions Of A Dog?

2 months, 25 days ago

There are six scientific parts of the dogs. How well do you know them? Take the quiz to find out!

Our state-of-the-art quizzes require JavaScript. 1. Let’s begin with the basics. What is this part of the dog called? Here’s a clue: Of the six parts of a puppy, it’s the component that is used the most during the dog’s feeding process.

If I had to guess, I’d say it’s the “The Snout, ” the part of the dog used for chewing, breathing, sneezing, throwing up, and biting villains.

This whole big face tube would of course be “The Gums, ” the part of the dog that stores teeth, swallows teeth, and glows with a pale, ghostly green light when it is time for the dog to find more teeth.

Pretty sure that’s called “The Valve.” The Valve is where the dog’s brain is, and when the dog senses threat, it can open its Valve to make its brain fall out onto the ground. The Valve should be checked and inspected semi-annually by a professional.

I am certain that the answer there are “The Main Hole, ” the part of the dog where the dog’s eggs are stored. When the dog would like to have a human child, it opens the Main Hole and squirts an egg onto the ground. This enables either a human daughter or human son to hatch from the egg, climb onto the dog’s back, and ride the dog off of a cliff, killing both of them. If you do not know something as basic as the Main Hole, you should not be allowed anywhere near a puppy.

2. Many dog owners observe that their puppy may quiver, shake, or even bark while having a vivid dreaming. Which of the six parts of the dog is responsible for creating dreams?

Shot in the dark here, but I think that would be “The Insanity Sac.” It is situated deep in the dog’s skull, and every time the dog closes its eyes, the Insanity Sac makes images of the dog’s brain of the dog being milked incorrectly by a farmer with no mouth. Again, just a guess, so don’t hold me to it.

My guess here is “The Attraction Crown.” Dogs are the only animal the hell is sexually attracted to every other species of animal, so whenever they move while asleep, it’s an indication that they’re having a dream about insuring a naked bear or duck, which builds them do a small, sleeping dance of sex joy.

I remember hearing somewhere that dog dreamings come from neurons firing off in the “Ignition Wires, ” which are located inside the central( primary) part of the dog.

It is obvious that the “Acid Bog” is where dreamings come from. Located immediately underneath the pink under part of the dog, the Acid Bog is the part of the dog that allows it to experience thoughts about salmon. Dogs hate salmon because they guess salmon look too much like dogs and are trying to steal their thunder. When a puppy shakes while sleeping, it is out of rage as it thinks about salmon, which it considers to be the “Imposter Dog.” This was a very simple question.

3. Identify this dog proportion.( Clue: It is one of the six parts of a puppy ).

This might be dumb, but I think it’s “The Ground Penis.” The Ground Penis is very similar to the dog’s sexual penis, but the Ground Penis is used for stability and balance instead of for sexual intercourse and swatting away dragonflies.

I think this is called “The Horse’s Similarity.” Horses have a thing on them that’s similar to this thing on a puppy, and that’s the only similarity that dogs have with horses.

My guess is going to be the “Combustion Hose.” It’s responsible for transferring hot, has short black claws at the bottom, and should never be tinkered with.

It is plain to see that this part of the dog is known as “The Mondo-Nipples, ” which are always massive and strange, because every puppy is always pregnant and not fun to look at. I am growing frustrated with how easy this quiz is.

4. And identify this dog portion.( Clue: It can be found upon a dog .)

I feel like I remember this one being “The Bad Palm.” It is similar to the human palm, but it cannot beaker or anything, so everything you put in it immediately falls out. It is basically useless for the dog.

I’m almost certain that this one is called “The Saddle.” This is the part of the dog that functions exclusively as a place to put tools, ropes, and smaller puppies that you want transported.


I have never been more confident than I am in declaring that this is the “One Big Gil, ” which dogs use to inhale, exhale, and coughing, all at the same period.

5. While it slightly differs from puppy to dog and breed to breed, all canines store possibilities for massive amounts of energy. In which part of the dog is energy created and stored?

Please don’t hold me to this, but I think that energy comes from “The Meats, ” which are stored directly under the dog’s hair. When the dog requires energy, it burns its Meats, which send energy all the way down to the Ground Penises and try to muster up the energy to get the dog to stroll upright, which it is always trying to do but can never quite get.

I guessed energy was created and stored in the dog’s “Crusts, ” which are similar to human eyes, but far wetter and more gunked up. When dogs make energy, their eye region will become goopier than ever and they love it.

I guess energy comes from “The Filter, ” stored deep under the dog’s hair, which turns all of the dog’s aggression and fury from not being allowed to go to the bathroom when it was wants into productive energy for operating and chewing.

Of course puppies store energy in their “Open Clamps, ” which are located simply under the dog’s “Locked Clamps, ” which are deep below the hair. It constructs me upset to think someone get this easy topic incorrect.

6. And now at last we have reached the final question about the sixth part of a puppy. Here it is: Dogs can give birth to upwards of 10 puppies at once. Which part of the dog is responsible for reproduction and birthing?

I guess I recollect reading that puppies are pregnant all of the time and will occasionally squirt puppies into the world out of a part of the dog that is known as “The Gape.” The Gape opens once a year, usually during the autumn solstice. While The Gape is open, puppies can crawl out of the dog, but sometimes geese and raccoons can crawl in. If a raccoon or a goose crawling into the dog’s Gape, the dog must spend the year utilizing enzymes to turn the geese and raccoons into puppies.

Scientists call the part of the dog responsible for birthing “The Big Secret, ” because nobody knows where it is.

I believe that dogs create life from “The Engine Major, ” not to be confused with “The Engine Minor, ” which is responsible for killing the dog immediately if it somehow manages to live to its 40 th birthday, which is simply too old for a dog to ever be.

Dogs are never created or destroyed. There are just enough dogs around that everyone can have one or two. Dogs don’t give birth as they were doesn’t need to be anymore of them. This quiz has been so easy that I’m mad that I even wasted my period with it.

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Moby:’ There were bags of drugs, I was having sexuality with a stranger’

3 months, 10 days ago

He was the sober, Christian dance music innovator but then Moby discovered success … Now hes coming clean

Before I picked up Mobys new memoir, Porcelain, I thought of him as a small, bald, cheeky chappy who made tuneful dance music. I knew he had a few unconventional beliefs( wasnt he vegan? Hardcore Christian? Perhaps teetotal ?), but filed him as essentially harmless. After reading Porcelain, well Lets just say his volume is packed with incident. Lots of dodgy sex, oceans of alcohol, antics a-gogo. Plus: cockroaches, raves, demise, celebrities( from Madonna to Robert Downey Jr, but not in starry situations) and good old Top Of The Pops. Its a cavort of a book. Such outrageous fun, in fact, that Moby tells me hes “ve noticed that” people have regarded him differently after reading it.

They have a look, he says. Its odd being on the receiving objective of that appear. Its a seem of knowing, but its also a seem of fear. Like, Is everything OK?

The fact is, his volume constructs me like Moby more. For a start, he writes brilliantly, with none of the self-indulgence of most pop memoirs: I wanted each chapter to be like an anecdote youd tell in a bar, to have a punchline, he says. And also, theres something touching about who he was back then. At one point, he writes this, about some club children They were all doing obscene quantities of drugs and having sex with strangers, but they still seemed innocent and thats exactly how he comes across. Its quasi-Dickensian, he says. Naive boy from the country moves to the big city and things go wrong.

We are drinking herbal tea and eating( very tasty) vegetables in Mobys freshly opened vegan restaurant in blue-skied Los Angeles. Its a nice place and I am relaxed, but endearingly, Moby isnt. He picks up a fallen cushion and plumps it before putting it back on the bench; he asks me if Im too cold and alters the air con; he goes through the menu with me.

Moby has lived on the west coast for six years, but had no problem transporting himself back to his past for the book. Sometimes he would be used to describe being blind drunk in New York, contained within filth and squalor, and look up from his laptop and be shocked to see his swimming pool, bathed in sunshine. The writing felt true and current realities felt like fiction. It was like hour travel.

Lets zoom back in time with him, then. Porcelain contains general information with Mobys life between 1989 and 1999, from where reference is moved to New York to just before the release of Play, his fifth album, and the one that changed everything. Play was packed full of sample-heavy, catchy dance tunes, which interred themselves into everyday life. Even if you havent actively listened to the album, youll know the anthems: Honey, with its driving piano riff and Bessie Jones sample get my honey come back, sometimes; Natural Blues, featuring another blues sample( oh lordy, difficulty so hard ), this time from Vera Hall.( Moby sourced these samples, and others, from Alan Lomaxs folk music field recordings .) Why Does My Heart Feel So Bad ? has featured on the GSCE syllabus for music since 2008. Anyway, the big thing about Play was that every single one of its ways was subsequently licensed for ad or films. This was a huge bargain at the time, and a huge bargain for Moby. It moved him from the electronica shadows into the big league, changed him from a musician who scrabbled for a few thousand dollars to a fully fledged, in-the-spotlight, pop starring overlord. For a while, Moby was dance musics Adele: everyone liked his stuff.

Moby DJing in New York in 1989. Photo: Mobys personal collection

None of this is hinted at in his memoir, however, because none of it was foreshadowed in real life. In real life, before Play, Moby was bumping around New York, getting DJ gigs in now legendary clubs like Mars and Nasa, as well as nasty swingers nights( he says he would play anywhere ). His career, as careers do, took day. In 1992, he had success with one way, Go( particularly in the UK, where we have always been more open to his music than the US) and made a few well-received albums.

Then, in 1995, simply at the moment dance music actually crossed over, he blew whatever small chance he had by bringing out a thrash punk LP.

He is funny about this and his musical work is all present and correct in Porcelain, but it takes second place to the more fascinating everyday happens in their own lives. Hes a dominatrixs sidekick( he calls himself Master Bobby and hollers at a businessman wearing fuchsia lingerie ). He get Lyme cancer, he dates indie girls and strippers; he lives in disused warehouses and crappy flats with weirded-out flatmates who want to set him on fire and buy the petrol to do so.

What is strange is how he chose to compartmentalise their own lives. He ricochetted between out-there clubbers and the suburban devout, between hanging out in debaucheries and having a largely unconsummated relationship with his Christian girlfriend( they would hand out vegan sandwiches to homeless people for thrills ). He was monastic in his home habits, then would go out and socialise madly. He was a vegan, sober , nonsexual God-botherer partying in the blood-soaked Meatpacking District with the sex-and-druggers. In 1995, after being teetotal for eight years, he took up drinking again. Theres a sort of relief in it. He had so many different personae to try to unite.

Moby Reading Festival, 1996. Photograph: Scott Frassetto

Is he still like that?

Hmm. I still recognise that person, stumbling through life without much agency. Theres exuberance and a good work ethic, but ultimately complete cluelessness, being baffled by everything. Its like being a snowball rolling down a mountain. The snowball might have started various kinds of pure, but by the end, its filled with dead squirrels and sticks and boulders and wellies and garbage. Youve got this snowball at the end, but to what magnitude does it relate to or resemble that original snowball?

Moby, as you see, does a good line in therapy talk( Well, were in southern California, the land of veganism and therapy, he says ), but hes also very funny. Salman Rushdie has given a glowing quote for the encompas of Porcelain that references Mobys supposed ancestor Herman Melville( hence Moby, after Melvilles Moby-Dick; his real name is Richard Melville Hall ). He has started writing the next instalment, covering the 10 years post-Play. He says his publishers, so far, dont approve. They suppose his excesses construct him too unsympathetic. Such as? Oh, notoriety, money, degeneracy, debauchery, bottoming out, says Moby. Whats not to like? I know! Thats what I want to read in a book!

Because it focuses on their own lives from 23 to 33 years old, Porcelain doesnt take on Mobys childhood. Still, tellingly, it opens with a scene concerning him and his mother. She is working in a laundromat, unhappy, furious, and he is sitting in the car, waiting for her to finish her shift. He is 10. He tells me he could have written a lot more about his young life there are maybe five memoirs in there and he clearly had a tough time. His father died in a drink-driving accident when Moby was just two. His mothers household was wealthy( Mobys grandfather operated a successful Wall Street company ), but she rejected her background and set off to build her own narrative. Sometimes we would be living in a squat-ish home with three or four other drug-addicted hippies, with bands playing in the basement, he says. Which voices fun, but when youre in fourth grade trying to do homework and there are people smoking pot in the kitchen, or fighting Every so often, they would stay with his grandparents in wealthy Darien, Connecticut, which was nice, but built him feel poor and ashamed.

Moby With his mother, wearing her chemotherapy wig, in New York, 1997. Photograph: Mobys personal collecting

In the second half of the book, his mum dies of cancer, and theres an nasty almost unbelievable incident that happens around her funeral. I remember it so clearly, Moby says. Person had left a digital alarm clock at my house, and it was the most reliable thing in the world, and the alarm was as clear and simple to utilize as a digital clock can be. And so, the night before my mommies funeral, I set the alarm. But this completely dependable clock at some phase was set forward 21 hours, which meant that if it were 3am it somehow get set presented to midnight. The only thing that could have happened is that, at some point during the night, I woke up in a fugue nation and set the clock forward 21 hours, so I would miss her funeral I must have defined it forward 21 hours, because something in my subconscious said that was the only legitimate and expedient route to miss the funeral.

I ask him how he feels about that now, and his eyes mist up a tiny bit. He is sad: not for himself, but for his family. She was my mom, but more importantly in some ways she was my aunts sister. And my grandmothers daughter. I feel guilty. But for myself, I dont know.

Not knowing how you feel about things is a protective instinct. Moby is a lovely companion, in real life and on the page, but he can seem detached from his feelings. When his mum told him she had cancer, she also told him that he has a half-brother. I ask him about this, assuming he would have got in touch. But no.

If it were a full friend, then that would be interesting, but its a half-brother, he says.( It !). In terms of my genetic sequence, I have almost as much in common with you and most of the people in this eatery as I would with a half-brother. And thats that.

What Porcelain suggests is that Mobys greatest love back then wasnt his family, or a person, or even music, but a city. At heart, Porcelain is a love letter to old New York: that grubby, crumbling, dangerous place. Lately, Moby was describing him to some young friends, and they couldnt believe what he was describing; honouring the city of that time was a major motivating in his writing. New York totally changed in those 10 years. In 1989, it was old New York cheap, murder-y, dysfunctional, flames and by the end of the 90 s, it was Jay Z and bottle service and condos.

Moby In his first promo shoot in 1988. Photo: Joseph Kugielsky

It took Moby a long time to fall out of love with New York, but he did. He gave up drinking and his love objective. I was walking up Orchard Street, and “its one” of those shitty days, 36 degrees Fahrenheit, sleeting, grey snowfall, and I realised there is sometimes an elective quality to suffering. New York suited his drinking; he classifies himself as an old-timey alcoholic, I mean, theres just no doubt, you know? He would try going out for got a couple of drinks and find himself at 8am, with strangers in my house, bags of drugs, Id had about 15 drinkings, having sex with a complete stranger. Which is great, but that was my best attempt to drink in moderation. Also, I supposed I was going on these great escapades, and the truth is I was going from one bar to another on Ludlow Street.

So he got sober and moved to LA. For a while, he lived in Marlon Brandos old home, the fabulous Wolfs Lair, an actual castle, but it soon felt too big. Now hes in a three-bedroom place: his musical equipment is in one bedroom, his exercising stuff in another, and he sleeps in the third. Scarcely Jay Z, but he seems happy.

In the past few years, Moby has reassessed their own lives. He wants to carry on making music he has an album came to see you this year but he doesnt want to tour. Hes happy for people to pay for his music, but he doesnt mind dedicating it away and, to this end, has set up a website so that student filmmakers can use his albums as soundtracks for free. Hes stopped caring what other people think of him( not much social media, simply occasionally posting on Instagram, largely cute animals or nature scenes ). And hes decided that animal rights are his lifes work.

Thats my day undertaking animal rights, he says. Inducing music and writing volumes and doing other things is what I love, and its fun, but I dont see it as work. You know, a lot of activism is single-issue activism. Like say, someone campaigns about turning land into a park. Theres the land, you turn it into a park, it benefits the community thats good. But its limited. But the thing with animal agriculture, everything is covered by it. Theres the animal side of it: most people who are not sociopaths can agree that animal suffering is not a good thing. But then theres the climate change facet, the rainforest deforestation, famine the reason theres famine is because food that could be fed to humans is fed to animals instead then heart disease, diabetes, cancer, erectile dysfunction Animal activism is my lifes purpose. If someone came to me and said if I could die, and my demise would somehow serve the purpose of saving animals, Id do it in a heartbeat.

Then of course, theres the restaurant, which he determines a constant trial. Everything has to be perfect. Im an emotional perfectionist I simply want things to feel as good as they maybe can for the people who are experiencing them.

He did have another vegan restaurant, in New York, called TeaNY, which he opened in 2002, with his then girlfriend. This was a disaster, as they split up soon after, and, though theyre still on good terms, he doesnt seem to know if TeaNY is still going. Relationships dont appear to be Mobys forte: he hooks up with a couple of women in the book who seem great, but he cant make it last. Was he simply a sexuality puppy? I dont think I was driven by sexuality. The style I dated was motived by the desire to be validated in people eyes. And clearly the desire to have sex as well, but it was like trying validation without attachment or obligation.

Moby Moby calls himself a developmentally disabled space foreigner or robot. Photograph: Chris Buck for the Guardian

He also thinks his difficulties with his mum had an effect. If youre constantly ashamed when youre growing up, when you become an adult youre constantly ashamed. And when you get close to people you presume they will only like you as long as they see you in your best sun. There is the profound desire for closeness and the profound anxiety of the other person. You start getting close to someone, they do something that might not be perfect, and it triggers a terror answer and you run away By you, I mean me, of course.

Anyway, hes been in a relationship for eight months now, his first in 10 years. It seems to be going OK, though he cant genuinely tell. He calls himself a developmentally disabled space foreigner or robot and he keeps having to ask his girlfriend things: Like, is it OK if I go to bed after you do? Hes also pretty set on not having children. He says, if the person or persons Im dating got pregnant, sure Id blithely be involved and help out as much as I possibly can, but its not something I long to do, which is about as detached as you can get without running away. Hes going to adopt a couple of dogs after he comes back from his book tour, he thinks. He seems able to feel great feeling for human beings and animals in general, but detects it harder one-on-one.

We talk a little bit about his Christianity; towards the end of the book, he starts questioning it, and he says now that he still understands the desire for spirituality, simply not institutionalised belief systems or ideological rigidity.

I dont think that God cares what jersey you wear, he says. Its not like Man United and Leeds is that the right UK sports reference?

Leeds arent in the Premiership any more.

OK, Arsenal? Man United and Arsenal: that tribal rivalry is really fun in athletic, but I dont think it should be part of divinity.

We are having a laugh now; I feel as though Im talking to a friend. Moby is quite the most low-key multimillionaire I have ever met. He is modest. He looks the way he always did: unflashy with his shirt over a T-shirt, creative casual, unrich. He hasnt even had his teeth done, which is almost prosecutable in LA. We talk a bit about fund and he says he thinks materialism doesnt run, meaning it doesnt actually make anyone properly happy. He should know, of course.

Moby On stage at Le Znith in Paris in 2015. Photograph: Getty Images

Moby seems to be enjoying his life , now hes not spending a big part of it drunk. I love reading and travelling to interesting parts of the world, and having time to think and write and construct music and do activism. Life is short, and we have a limited amount of day and energy, and its just so much easier trying to be your honest self.

I take the opportunity to ask him about a long-standing gossip. Supposedly, years ago, Moby and his friends would play a prank at parties. One of them would unzip his flies and hang his willy out of his trousers, then the others would challenge him to go up to someone famous and knob touch them. I ask him if this ever happened, or if it was made up.

Its both, he says, and intermissions. Hmm, theres a funny side to this story. I might change it because I dont know if I want it to follow me around. I had some friends from college who would do that. They would get very drunk, pull their willy out and merely brush it up against people. Because it was funny. So what I will say is that a friend of mine once did that to Donald Trump. I chuckle. It was a eatery on Park Avenue around 20 th Street, some fundraising event, when Trump was just a New York real-estate developer.

You seem to remember it well. Did that person get extra kudos for Trump?

You can extrapolate as to who that person might be, and thats as much as I can say, says Moby, a man who cant resist a funny anecdote, whos happy to tell the truth, who has lived a full and full-on life but who is old enough now to know that he doesnt want all the consequences that come wrapped in the adventures. Fair enough. As long as he maintains writing all those narratives down, were good.

Porcelain by Moby is published by Faber& Faber at 14.99. To order a transcript for 11.99, going to see bookshop.theguardian.com or call 0330 333 6846.

You’ll Laugh When You See What This Seagull’s Unique Talent Is – Too Funny!

3 months, 11 days ago

A while back we brought you a story about an amazing tap dancing seagull in Wales. Well, the little guy is still dancing like no one is watching!

The feathered fella seems to be quite the celebrity these days and is always willing to do a little jig for a yummy snack.

Fun fact: Seagulls actually developed this ability to “tap dance” because the sound of their feet reaching the ground resembles raindrops, which brings out the worms. So, basically, this clever bird is utilizing his tap dancing abilities to get his supper even when there is nothing but pavement and concrete around.

All I could think about while watching this was, “He’s a lunatic, maniac on the floor! And he’s dancing like he’s never danced before! “

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