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ARF BE THERE FOR YOU  And now, your Saturday morning tearjerker: meet Isaac, a blind Siberian husky, and his Seeing Eye dog, Isabella the terrier mix, both found as strays in San Bernadino, CA, and now up for adoption.  (via CBS News)

Fritzy heard an explosion, then felt her paws gently lift from the floor — all four of them.  It was a strange sensation to be sure, and she didn’t quite know what to do next.  The artificial gravity was knocked out (obviously), and the Enterprise, now spinning listlessly above Deneb IV, was vulnerable to further enemy fire.  ”I need to get to the Phaser Control Room,” thought Fritzy.  But, floating through C Deck, she wasn’t quite sure how she’d get there — only that if she didn’t do something soon, the ship and crew’s five-year mission would come to an abrupt end.
With renewed resolve, Fritzy kicked off a bulkhead and pushed herself towards a turboshaft.  She’d make it to phaser control and fire back and destroy whoever knocked out her ship.
"Fuck that," she said.  "This ain’t the Kobayashi Maru."
(Photo of a border collie at the Crufts dog show in Birmingham, England by Carl Court / AFP-Getty via The Telegraph)

Fritzy heard an explosion, then felt her paws gently lift from the floor — all four of them.  It was a strange sensation to be sure, and she didn’t quite know what to do next.  The artificial gravity was knocked out (obviously), and the Enterprise, now spinning listlessly above Deneb IV, was vulnerable to further enemy fire.  ”I need to get to the Phaser Control Room,” thought Fritzy.  But, floating through C Deck, she wasn’t quite sure how she’d get there — only that if she didn’t do something soon, the ship and crew’s five-year mission would come to an abrupt end.

With renewed resolve, Fritzy kicked off a bulkhead and pushed herself towards a turboshaft.  She’d make it to phaser control and fire back and destroy whoever knocked out her ship.

"Fuck that," she said.  "This ain’t the Kobayashi Maru."

(Photo of a border collie at the Crufts dog show in Birmingham, England by Carl Court / AFP-Getty via The Telegraph)

“I understand the strong emotions by some people about our family’s decision to care for a pet. As a father, it is important to make sure my children develop a healthy relationship with animals. I want to ensure that my children establish a loving bond and treat all of God’s creatures with kindness and respect.”

Philadelphia Eagles quarterback MICHAEL VICK, after adopting a dog back in October.  He was recently spotted inside a pet store in New Jersey attending a training / obedience course for his dog.

Good guy.

(via the New York Daily News)

“…Get yourself a proper dog. Any dog under 50 pounds is a cat, and cats are pointless.”

RON SWANSON, Parks And Recreation

ARFTORIAL  Portraits of dogs in Dublin. The photographer, Fran Veale, stopped owners whilst they were walking the streets and asked if he could photograph them wearing clothes. Above, Joker (left) and Ross. (Photos: Veale via The Telegraph)

ARFTORIAL  Portraits of dogs in Dublin. The photographer, Fran Veale, stopped owners whilst they were walking the streets and asked if he could photograph them wearing clothes. Above, Joker (left) and Ross. (Photos: Veale via The Telegraph)

PULLING A FACE  Huskies pant during a sled dog training session in Aviemore, Scotland. (Photo: David Moir / Reuters via The Telegraph)

PULLING A FACE  Huskies pant during a sled dog training session in Aviemore, Scotland. (Photo: David Moir / Reuters via The Telegraph)

WASHINGTON POST: "Human-tolerant — if not fully domesticated — canids may have existed as long as 33,000 years ago. Archaeological remains reveal dogs and human beings sharing the same graves 11,000 ago. That was at the dawn of agriculture; the two species appear to have been at least acquaintances by then." »

DOG: Hello.
MAN: Hi.
DOG:  What’s your name?
MAN:  William.
DOG:  Fido, myself.
MAN:  Hello Fido.
DOG:  Hello, William.  (Beat.)  Perhaps you’ve noticed that I haven’t started biting your ankles or some other unpleasantness along those lines.
MAN:  Yes, I actually have wondered why that is.
DOG:  Well, William, let me tell you.  You see, a few thousand years ago, my predecessors, let’s call them “wolves,” began roaming about your little camps and settlements and whatnot, and started eating your garbage.
MAN:  For real?
DOG:  Yes!  And then we started hanging around more, so you guys — let’s call you “men” and “women” — started feeding us instead of just being content with us eating your refuse.
MAN:  Huh.
DOG:  Interesting, isn’t it?  Before you know it, we were being invited into your shelters, as, let’s coin a word, “pets,” and also as guards — to help protect your little encampments!
MAN:  That’s a big responsibility.
DOG:  It sure is!  And thousands of years from now — I’ve seen the future! — humankind and dogkind will be joined at the hip.  They’ll even say that dogs are man’s best friend.
MAN:  Neat!
DOG:  Yes, so I think I’m entitled to ask you this small favor.  In exchange for eventually becoming best friends, eating your garbage, not biting your ankles and what not.
MAN:  Okay, ask away.
DOG:  First — let’s kill all the cats.

Baby talks to dog.

Dog talks to baby.

And so on and so forth.