My husband and I went to a small park in Mar Vista today and cruising along the dog path were these two bruisers. Their names are Bonita and Niña and they actually could move right along. Their owner brought them in baskets to have some park time.
When I think about charity, the first image that pops into my head is a zipper busting troupe of lingerie-clad burlesque dancers surrounded by distressed wood paneled walls, Gothic mirrors, 200-year old architectural trappings, the smell of British gastro pub fare – and of course, bingo!
On Sunday, September 27, Royal Clayton’s and Legendary Bingo will host “Bingo Burlesque,” a regular event that occurs on the 4th Sunday of each month. The funds raised at the door benefit local and national charities. So you see, since this is all for a good cause, it may actually be the only time that you can get loaded and drool over nipple tassles without having to worry about going to H-E-DOUBLE-HOCKEY-STICK, if you know what I mean, and I think you do, heathens.
On this sin approved evening, your $20 suggested donation will include a scorching Burlesque show, 10 thrilling games of heart pounding bingo and the hurts-so-good feeling that you are helping support a very special charity, Downtown Dog Rescue. Doors open at 6:00 PM and the show begins at 7:00 PM.
Downtown Dog Rescue was founded to assist the homeless community of dog owners. It is the only program in California, and possibly the United States, that specifically helps homeless dog owners spay/neuter, vaccinate, license their dogs, as well as offering a variety of services including crisis care, for the life of the dog.
Thanks to Sean‘s twitter feed, I learned yesterday that the Pasadena Humane Society, who has taken in 200+ evacuated pets affected by the Station Fire, desperately needs donations of blankets, food, money, etc. I had a case of premium food that my picky dogs won’t touch that I took over to them. I always feel so helpless when a natural disaster is going on and was happy to make a helpful gesture, no matter how small it is in the grand scheme of things.
The Pasadena Humane Society is located at 361 S. Raymond Ave. The facility is closed to all adoptions at this time and are keeping the doors locked. However, you can knock on the door and they will graciously receive your items. While they are typically closed on Mondays, I confirmed that they are accepting donations today. If you have any questions, you can call 626-792-7151.
This gorgeous, gently used Bentley comes to us from a friend of Metblogs who is trying hard to find this four year old pup a new home. They tell us that Bentley is a family friendly guy, just 85lbs of pure love and happy dogness. The current owners are looking to place Bentley with a responsible, dog loving family – so an interview will be required. Here’s what else they have to say about him:
“Bentley is the first to welcome me home, come rain or come shine, he meets all of us with an array of circle runs, sky-high-jumps and happy barks. He’s a sucker for treats and expects them when he’s been good…which is often. He’s very smart and is oh-so-trainable. He diligently chases midnight marauding raccoons who are attempting to over-turn our trash cans and mockingbirds who are always attempting to steal just-ripened-fruit from our courtyard garden.
He’s house broken, sleeps in our son’s bedroom and naps on various doggy pillows around the house. He loves SoCal’s sunshine and prefers peeing and pooping in private. A daily walk or run is his definition of the start or end to a perfect day.”
If you are interested in adopting Bentley or can help find him a new home please e-mail Jock Begg at [email protected].
I recently moved into a little bungalow in the middle of an old part of Canoga Park. The block holds three large groves of eucalyptus trees–holdovers from when the property had not been subdivided and had been part of local ranches–and a good amount of overgrown open space, and as such plays host to all sorts of fauna adapted to living on the loose in suburbia: Raccoons. Possum. Rats. Mice. Hawks. Owls. Parrots.
I am allergic to cats. I never cared much for cats. I was a Dog Person.
Then I moved into this house, and realized it came with Yard Cats.
Cats are pretty highly modified from their wild counterparts. Their constitutions are not as hardy as, say, bobcats or ocelots. They survive ok on their own, going feral and clawing their way through a short and hungry life, but they aren’t built for that. They were bred for a gentler kind of life.
Click through for the saga of Meowlers, my little ball-less wonder, and the wonderful service that is FixNation.
* Ok, only karmic profit…and no, not much fun, but a good deed nonetheless.
I’m posting this plea for somebody to adopt this beautiful little stray dog because I think getting her placed with somebody else is the only way I’m going to be able to resist adding her to my already-too-large animal brood:
I just found this sweet girl as I was driving to an appointment in Maria Del Rey early this morning (7/29/08). She was running across the street dodging traffic and ran behind a doughnut shop. I followed her and found her in the trash looking for scraps.
I’ve bathed her and given her flea medicine already and am taking her to the vet tomorrow morning. She seems very healthy, just a little malnourished. She’s extremely well behaved, slept in my car and has been quiet and sleeping all day. As you can see by the photos – she’s quite a looker too.
I’m calling her “Rey” for now – she weighs about 20lbs – my guess is she’ll grow to about 70lbs.
If you’re interested, drop me a line in the comments and I’ll forward you the person’s contact info. And make with the clicky for a larger peek at the sweet houndling.
Hello, friends. This is a rough time for pets. Whenever the economy takes a dip, dogs and cats get treated as ballast on the sinking ship of a family on the brink of financial ruin. L.A. shelters are overfull and the list of innocent animals marked for the big sleep is getting bigger and bigger.
July 4th is another factor, fireworks go off, dogs get scared, run off and wind up in a shelter.