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Soren’s Best Friends

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This is without question the most exciting thing Soren has ever seen in his entire life.

(The good part starts 38 seconds in.)

When we watched this yesterday, he was actually squealing, giddy with delight, yelling “Cat cat!” (I have no idea why I taught him “cat cat” instead of just “cat.” It’s like pizza pizza but with felines, I guess, more = better.) and “Doggie!” Plus there’s music, so he gets to dance and oh my goodness that is all the best stuff ever in the universe right there.

I’ve been thinking about what to tell people Soren likes (in the event anyone asks before his birthday). Number one on the list would be animals. He has a Chicago Bears beanie baby that he carries around all the time. He snuggles with his stuffed cat cats in bed. Today, he requested, through artful use of the word “Mine!” and a finger point, that he be granted access to a stuffed bunny who resides atop a cabinet in his room and then carried that bunny all over the house.

He loves the dogs, especially Sadie, who has figured out that it’s best to play with him from under the couch, so he flattens himself on the floor between the couch and the ottoman and erupts with laughter as Sadie licks and paws at him from a relatively safe location. One morning when he was crying in his crib, I asked him if he wanted me to get Sadie. He replied, “Yes!” (He’s very good at replying “Yes!”) As soon as I brought Sadie, the grumpies were replaced by smiles and exclamations of “Saaaaaaaaaaadie!” Coltrane has a fun tail and Peaches is a reasonable stand-in for a pony. The real cat cats keep their distance but one day, I tell you, one day, they’ll be his pals.

I’ve been an animal person for as long as I can remember. We had just one dog when I was Soren’s age and oh man, did I love that dog. It might be a bit excessive to grow up with not just one dog but three dogs and four cats, but hey, I never said we weren’t a bit excessive. I’m sure he’ll have his share of embarrassing moments as a result of leaving the house with cat fur on the butt of his pants, but he’ll always have an animal or two around when he wants one (and of course, even when he doesn’t) (although I dread the day when he decides he wants Sadie to sleep in bed with him because now that I have a tiny, snuggly, bed-sleeping dog, I’m going to need a tiny, snuggly, bed-sleeping dog for the rest of my life, so we might have to get another one someday oooh Chihuahua).

So yes. Soren likes animals. And being awesome.

Written by Tracy

August 31st, 2011 at 2:29 pm

Photo Friday

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SadiebuttHere’s a Sadiebutt for you. I know it’s just want you wanted. One of her favorite hobbies is flattening herself halfway under the couch and just hanging out there. The cats do something similar with the bed — they’ll be chilling under there but, like, a tail will be sticking out and you know that cat thinks you can’t see him or her (it’s usually a tabby) but you totally can and then you kind of, excuse the expression, LOL because animals are such dorks.

Written by Tracy

August 19th, 2011 at 7:36 am

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Neighbor Dog

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This dog has been on HGTV.This is our neighbor dog. She makes our Rottweiler look petite and could probably get you through the Iditarod herself. She loves us so much she’s been known to jump out a second-story window, jump off the roof, and jump 3.5 fences to get into our back yard. One time, she was on an episode of House Hunters on HGTV (they totally told her to say she wanted stainless steel appliances and granite counters in the dog house). I think I’ll ask for an autograph. Despite the fame and the jet-setting lifestyle, she’s very nice and always has time for her fans. You can totally rub her belly, too.

Also, here is an exclusive, awesome song for you. I can’t find this online anywhere. It’s Sally Go Round by DJ Sneak (holla!) and Monoman (Azari & III mix). Hope you like it as much as I do! (If you can’t play it, you can use Download Helper on Firefox, which is the greatest thing in the world, to download it.)

Sally Go Round

Update: I’m having trouble getting that link to work and I’m not sure whether it’s me or the file, so I uploaded the song to Grooveshark, too.

Written by Tracy

July 16th, 2011 at 7:44 pm

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Sadie @ the dog party

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dog party

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April 16th, 2011 at 6:52 pm

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I can’t stop with the giraffes.

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from the Carousel of Happiness

I’ve always loved giraffes, but thanks to the petite lap giraffe thing, it’s kind of getting out of control. I even busted out my vintage 1999 Kate Spade silk faille giraffe Sam that I haven’t looked at in the last 10 years. (I used to be really into Kate Spade bags and, yes, those Tiffany heart bracelets. For the record, I was not a Lincoln Park Trixie. I lived in Andersonville!) I also can’t stop looking at giraffe stuff on the internet.

Did I tell you about the time I wanted to get a giraffe tattoo? I was looking for ideas on the internet when I found this, the world’s most awesome, incredible giraffe tattoo (link to Flickr set). That made me give up on the idea, at least for a while, because no other giraffe tattoo could be that fantastic.

More giraffe fun:

Holy crap.tall
happy familybaby giraffe

Written by Tracy

March 29th, 2011 at 1:56 pm

My Epic Win

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You guys. I’m so sorry this site has been a bit of a trainwreck for the past few days and that you had to suffer through hours and hours of downtime, a fact I’m sure put a serious dent into your enjoyment of what would otherwise be a fantastic life. When you hear about why the site was down and I couldn’t fix it right away, I’m sure you’ll understand and forgive me, and this tragedy will serve only to make our love stronger.

Before we get to that, though, check out this shit.

Go ahead! Play the song! Right here! (It might make the rest of this post more tolerable.) You don’t have to click links to listen to music any more. How groundbreakingly awesome is that? It’s like there’s a party right here on this website.

I’ve been through a lot since we last talked and honestly, I’m kind of exhausted.

I’m sure you’ve seen those commercials with the miniature giraffe and the guy from Criminal Minds who really creeps me out when he’s Irish but comes off as a rather pleasant fellow when he’s Russian. Who hasn’t wanted a miniature giraffe after seeing these? I know I did, even when you take into account the 950 animals we already have.

giraffe bath

photo from petitelapgiraffe.com

Imagine my delight when I found Sokoblovsky Farms, Russia’s Finest Purveyors of Petite Lap Giraffes. I immediately called their 800 number and spoke to someone who informed me that “Baby reserved for prince,” which was disappointing. However, they had an adolescent who hadn’t been adopted as a baby and needed a home. Of course, I would’ve preferred a baby, but let’s be honest here — an adolescent petite lap giraffe is better than no petite lap giraffe at all.

As you know, I don’t fly. However, in a situation such as this where a petite lap giraffe was at stake, I did what I had to do, which involved stellar prescription medication and a large amount of tequila. I brought as my travel companion Behemoth from Mikhail Bulgakov’s The Master and Margarita, mainly because my Russian is a little rusty. (I studied Russian in college.) I might not remember much, but I can name most parts of a physical structure such as a classroom (Что это?) and tell a mean story about grandpa being attacked by a pelican. Behemoth’s grasp of Russian came in handy when we landed in Moscow and saw the ridiculous plane we were supposed to take to Krasnodar International Airport (Mark Cuban Air or some shit). I was seriously hungover by then and we decided to drive the 700 some miles south from Moscow.

As you may have guessed, Armand van Helden is huge in Russia. To stay awake during the drive, we listened to him and drove with the windows down on occasion even though it was ass cold out there. It was kind of like driving through Nebraska, but longer and with more trees. It’s a drive that allows you to experience the kind of exquisite boredom that makes things like your rental car agreement or fast-food ketchup packets side-splittingly hilarious.

me and my giraffeSokoblovsky Farms is 80 kilometers outside Krasnodar. We arrived feeling tired and downtrodden, but were served a restorative cabbage soup by a descendant of Great Grandfather Nicolas himself. After that, Behemoth and I were feeling much better. We were shown around the farm and even got to meet Vladimir, the head honcho petite lap giraffe, if you will (and you will, trust me). He is, as you might imagine, an exceptionally polite animal. Behemoth and I were impressed by the entire operation.

While we were at Sokoblovsky Farms, 80 kilometers outside Krasnodar, Russia, I became aware of problems on my website. Internet access is spotty, at best, in this area of Russia, and I was unable to remedy the situation at the time. You guys, it’s nothing short of a miracle that they’re able to keep that Giraffe-Cam up and running with any sort of regularity.

It was getting late by this time, so we had to scoop up our little Petunia (I know the intentions were good, but “Anna Karenina” is just too much name for a petite lap giraffe) and be on our way. I spent the entire drive back to Moscow worrying about how we’d shuttle our new friend aboard an airplane and through customs. They don’t even let you bring full-size shampoo on planes any more. What will they make of a petite lap giraffe?

At the airport, I got totally shitfaced and forgot to worry about these things. Behemoth, being rather crafty in addition to possessing exemplary Russian skills, cut a hole in the top of a cat carrier, so Petunia could fit inside and stick her head out the top and avoid the unpleasant neck cramps that would result from being a giraffe in a container meant for a cat or small dog. He also swished us right through customs, having a friend in high places at the airport or some such. I don’t pretend to understand Behemoth.

Although I was exhausted after we arrived home, we had to throw a party (you’re contractually obligated by the Petite Lap Giraffe Adoption Agreement to throw a party to celebrate your giraffe’s adoption on your arrival home). I figured the party should be New-Year’s-Eve-like in its magnitude, so I wore a maxi dress and a tiara. As you can see in the picture, I even hung Christmas stockings. (It’s a tight squeeze but yes, the giraffe does fit in the stocking. Imagine finding that on Christmas morning!)

Despite having to fly and, as a result, consume enough alcohol for an entire fraternity, traveling to Sokoblovsky Farms was an A++ experience. Petunia is in good health and is settling in nicely with our family. She and Sadie, in particular, are already fast friends and snuggle together on the couch in the evening, watching crime shows.
Disclaimer: My opinions on Sokoblovsky Farms are my own. I received no compensation from the owners, staff, or petite lap giraffes to write this post. Unfortunately, I have no commercial interest in any going concern involved in the production, distribution, or implementation of petite lap giraffes.

Written by Tracy

March 24th, 2011 at 7:21 pm

Wordless Wednesday

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a very old picture of some cats


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November 10th, 2010 at 2:08 pm

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