The fabulous Chris Bennett, who is moving government into the 21st century (check out his government news ubersite GovLive here), offers this terrific tool--a QR code sticker-- for record keeping during disasters. We could definitely save more animals this way, armed only with smartphones, tiny printers (only 42 bucks at Walmart, or 35 at BH photo), and even smaller stickers.
Princess (or Prince) Chunk's past, gender is still in doubt--an elderly owner, challenges with the care--perfect storm for an overweight cat. Good luck, Chunk. Your flabbitude will probably help other animals get adopted!
I won't be attending this memorial service today, though this is the shelter Faith came from. Before you click through to the link, let me warn you, it's upsetting. No bad pictures. Just a very sad, very terrible story. After you read it, hug your pet, and do one thing today to help the animals who can still be helped. Liberty Humane took in many of the animals who made it out, and Jeff and I have volunteered there often. Consider donating to them, in memory of Martha, Candy, and Patches.
You can do "Doga" with Kimberly Wilson, AKA Hip Tranquil Chick. That's yoga for you and your pooch. Kimberly has an absolutely snazzy website, and a groovy weekly podcast, available on iTunes, or on her blog.
This is how he "discovered" the first Sandy from ANNIE--in a desperate Connecticut shelter.
The first time I saw him, he was sitting in the shadows, not barking
or jumping. As I looked closer, I could see he was medium-sized, of no
particular breed, and although his coat was wet and dirty, it was
definitely a sandy color. When I stopped and knelt down, he slowly
turned his head over his shoulder and looked at me with the biggest,
saddest brown eyes I had ever seen. The card on the front of the cage
said simply: 1½ YEARS OLD, MALE, STRAY, NO NAME. I got the attention of
the attendant, and I asked him if I could bring the dog out. Over the
racket, he yelled: "He's been pretty badly abused. He doesn't like
people. I've got to get a rope to get him out."
He walked away,
but I couldn't wait. I knelt again and opened the cage. I stuck out my
hand and called, "It's okay, boy. Come here . . . come here." He looked
at me with those sad eyes for what seemed like the longest time. Then
he crept over to me, lay down on the floor, and let me pet him. I
smiled and told him everything was going to be okay.
For high quality, Broadway-level photos about Broadway Barks (including one of Glenn Close and her husband, David Shaw, founders of Fetchdog, the website I sometimes write for), go here. Edit: For Harvey Fierstein (who also appeared)'s inimitably raspy blog post about the event, go here. Harvey is in the market for another dog...who knows...maybe it could be Miss Honey Peters?
Random revelations and thoughts:
Mario Lopez reveals that "Pet Star"--American Idol for animal lovers--is going back into production. Yay! (Mario says it's the project his mother is most proud of him for. Yay Mom.)
Mary Tyler Moore and Bernadette Peters both own pit bulls. Bernadette regularly goes on rescue missions for dogs on death row and relocates them to no-kill organizations. "Honey Peters," pictured below, is one of those creatures. I met Honey. Despite her incredibly hard life (dumped after she delivered puppies), she was bursting with charm. Look at her--alway ready to smooch! Adoption information at Bobbi and the Strays is here.
Cutest pet introducing couple: Legally Blonde's Orfeh and her husband Andy Karl. They and Bill Berloni and the new star of the national tour of Legally Blonde auditioned two chihuahuas for the role of Bruiser. We were asked to clap for the one we liked the best...and the good news is, they both got the job! (Of course--every actor needs an understudy.)
"Sweeney Todd/Kurt Weill" Michael Cerveris brought his own adopted dog, Gibson. Awwwww.
"Damn Yankees/Xanadu" Cheyenne Jackson revealed that he got his dog Zora at the ASPCA. Superawwww.
"Damn Yankees" Michael Mulheren admitted that he adopted a dog at Broadway Barks about four years ago, which led him to adopting two children and another dog...."So I am no longer allowed at these events unaccompanied."
"She's great," I said. "She sniffed John Edwards when we were in Washington."
Dr. Kaplan was there to support his new organization, the Toby Project, which is named after one of his sexy guy dogs, Toby. Per the website, The Toby Project is:
The Toby Project will end the killing of tens of thousands of
adoptable dogs and cats each year in New York City's municipal animal
shelters by preventing the births of unwanted dogs and cats.
We will make New York City a true "no-kill' city by delivering free
spay/neuter services to all five boroughs of New York City using mobile
surgical vans specifically equipped for this purpose. By reaching out
to targeted communities, our aim is to prevent the breeding of the very
dogs and cats whose offspring account for most of the animals
relinquished to our municipal shelters, where they are often killed.
How seriously awesomely visionary is that? And look at these dudes. Resistance is futile. Go here for more.