Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Perfect For Puppy This Christmas


Looking for that special something for Fido this holiday season? Look no further....jeune chérie diamond dog collar.

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Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Friday, August 20, 2010

Sunday, August 1, 2010

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

10 Reasons Not to Buy a Puppy From a Pet Store........

1. Bad Health: Because so many pet store pups come from puppy mills, they are not the result of careful breeding and they are usually not well cared for before coming to the store. Some common illnesses and conditions are neurological problems, eye problems, hip dysplasia, blood disorders and Canine Parvovirus.

2. Behavioral Problems: Because breeding is indiscriminate, behavioral problems are not weeded out generationally. You'll also find that a pet store's staff is not likely to have any training in dealing with behavior issues so the puppies continue to do the wrong things, which become habit.

3. No Socialization: Pet stores pups are often pulled away from their litter at far too young an age, often at only four or five weeks. The earliest a puppy should be separated from his pack is eight weeks and most reputable breeders will say at least 10 weeks. This lack of time socializing with his siblings means that puppy will not develop important canine skills. Likewise, a puppy who has not been handled by people from about three weeks will not naturally socialize well with them.

4. The Downfall of the Standard: In a broad sense, purchasing a puppy from a pet store and then breeding her means you are ruining the standard of that breed because the previous breeders were not concerned with it.

5. Lack of Information: A member of a pet store staff is not an expert on a breed and often not on dogs in general. Purchasing a puppy from a store means you will not get the lowdown on that breed or likely help with any behavioral or other questions.

6. Return at Your Puppy's Peril: Most pet stores do offer a warranty of sorts where you can bring the puppy back if he has problems. They don't tend to tell customers that the puppy's fate, once returned, is usually euthanization.

7. Housebreaking is a Chore: Pet store puppies have spent all their short lives in cages. They do not have the opportunity to develop the natural canine instinct of eliminating away from their food and bed. This causes problems when you try to housebreak them.

8. What You See Isn't Necessarily What You Get: If you see what looks like a Maltese in the window, you may find, as she grows, that there's a little Maltese in there somewhere but mostly she looks like a Terrier. There is no guarantee you will get a purebred dog if that's what you're after.

9. Poor Value: A puppy from a pet store generally costs between $400 and $2,000. This is often more than you'd pay at a reputable breeder who can ensure you get a healthy puppy and provide support afterward.

10. Questionable Pedigree: You're paying for a pedigree, or AKC papers, when you buy a puppy from a pet store but it's very likely that it's not genuine. If the papers are genuine, it still doesn't mean the puppy is a good example of its breed - you need a reputable breeder to prove that.

Friday, June 25, 2010

Sunday, June 20, 2010

JULIUS CATCHING SOME ZZZZZZ


Glenna Franklin's sleeping beauty.

Friday, June 11, 2010

Cocao


Photo by Garry Gross.

Saturday, June 5, 2010

MARMADUKE THE MOVIE


With the release of 'Marmaduke,' movies are going to the dogs

REVLON 1950s

Thursday, May 27, 2010

Sunday, May 23, 2010

ENZA


Photographed by Garry Gross.

Sunday, May 16, 2010

SUMO


Its Sumo, the American Akita.

Sunday, May 2, 2010

SO CHIC!


Nothing says “poop” like genuine Swarovski crystals — 2,000 of them, to be exact. You’ll shimmer your way toward your dog’s duty with this $244 poop-bag dispenser.

Saturday, May 1, 2010

WHY NOT.......?


As Diana Vreeland would say....This Spring why not wear your dog as a hat? Or just knit their fur into a jaunty cap for those cool Spring nights.

Thursday, April 29, 2010

MABEL


"Mabel @ 3mths.She was the runt...half the size of the other pups... but those of you that knew her...know she grew into a seal.11.93* ... one of the great loves of my life ♥"
Garry Graham

GLAMOR GIRL

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Monday, April 19, 2010

Designing Poodles

Angela Kumpe, who has become the groomer-to-beat at contests like this, spent more than six months turning a poodle into a buffalo, but changed her mind after her mother, Linda Smead, died Feb. 24. A week ago she began grooming Missy, a friend's poodle. The design, which she called a ''grieving angel for my mom'', included a reclining woman and delicately shaped flowers. Kumpe took home first place.

Second place went to Francesca, a dog that, when it stood on its hind legs, was meant to look like a poodle-sized seahorse. It stood before a sea-themed vinyl shower curtain, which hid a man holding a plastic toy that made bubbles to drift through the scene.

Third place went to a dog named Tucker, who was competing as the Mad Hatter, accompanied by three people fully decked in other Alice in Wonderland costumes. The dog ''wore'' a fur coat colored brown, had the March Hare on its left rear leg and tea cups on its right.

Saturday, April 17, 2010

BIG GOOFY


* Age: 4 years old
* Breed: Anatolian Shepherd Mix
* Up-to-Date on Vaccinations
* Neutered
* Crate Trained/House Broken

Bandit is a BIG boy with lots of love. Bandit’s handler calls him Big Goofy. Big Goofy loves to have fun and is full of energy and love. Big Goofy has not had an accident inside yet!! This big lover boy is not only affectionate, he is smart too! Bandit knows sit and lay down. Bandit’s handlers have been working with him so diligently that he has been able to accomplish this all in only a little over two weeks!! Bandit’s handler was telling me about how cute it is to watch this big boy sleep. Bandit sleeps with all four paws in the air and runs like he happily playing in a meadow :) . This handsome boy is looking for a place to call home. Wouldn’t you like this face to greet you everyday??

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Sunday, April 11, 2010

Sweet Baby Kobey-Rose


Thia picture was one of the first taken of my little French Bulldog on the day I brought her home. She was around 12 weeks old and had such a cute baby face....I miss and love her so much.

AVA

Saturday, April 10, 2010

Monday, April 5, 2010

Sunday, April 4, 2010

OLD DOGS


They can be eccentric, slow afoot, even grouchy. But dogs live out their final days, says The Washington Post’s Gene Weingarten, with a humility and grace we all could learn from.

Not long before his death, Harry and I headed out for a walk that proved eventful. He was nearly 13, old for a big dog. Walks were no longer the slap-happy Iditarods of his youth, frenzies of purposeless pulling in which we would cast madly off in all directions, fighting for command. Nor were they the exuberant archaeological expeditions of his middle years, when every other tree or hydrant or blade of grass held tantalizing secrets about his neighbors. In his old age, Harry had transformed his walk into a simple process of elimination—a dutiful, utilitarian, head-down trudge. When finished, he would shuffle home to his ratty old bed, which graced our living room because Harry could no longer ascend the stairs. On these walks, Harry seemed oblivious to his surroundings, absorbed in the arduous responsibility of placing foot before foot before foot before foot. But this time, on the edge of a small urban park, he stopped to watch something. A man was throwing a Frisbee to his dog. The dog, about Harry’s size, was tracking the flight expertly, as Harry had once done, anticipating hooks and slices by watching the pitch and roll and yaw of the disc, as Harry had done, then catching it with a joyful, punctuating leap, as Harry had once done, too.

Harry sat. For 10 minutes, he watched the fling and catch, fling and catch, his face contented, his eyes alight, his tail a-twitch. Our walk
home was almost … jaunty.

Some years ago, The Washington Post invited readers to come up with a midlife list of goals for an underachiever. The first-runner-up prize went to: “Win the admiration of my dog.”

It’s no big deal to love a dog; they make it so easy for you. They find you brilliant, even if you are a witling. You fascinate them, even if you are as dull as a butter knife. They are fond of you, even if you are a genocidal maniac. Hitler loved his dogs, and they loved him.

Puppies are incomparably cute and incomparably entertaining, and, best of all, they smell exactly like puppies. At middle age, a dog has settled into the knuckleheaded matrix of behavior we find so appealing—his unquestioning loyalty, his irrepressible willingness to please, his infectious happiness. But it is not until a dog gets old that his most important virtues ripen and coalesce. Old dogs can be cloudy-eyed and grouchy, gray of muzzle, graceless of gait, odd of habit, hard of hearing, pimply, wheezy, lazy, and lumpy. But to anyone who has ever known an old dog, these flaws are of little consequence. Old dogs are vulnerable. They show exorbitant gratitude and limitless trust. They are without artifice. They are funny in new and unexpected ways. But, above all, they seem at peace.

Kafka wrote that the meaning of life is that it ends. He meant that our lives are shaped and shaded by the existential terror of knowing that all is finite. This anxiety informs poetry, literature, the monuments we build, the wars we wage—all of it. Kafka was talking, of course, about people. Among animals, only humans are said to be self-aware enough to comprehend the passage of time and the grim truth of mortality. How, then, to explain old Harry at the edge of that park, gray and lame, just days from the end, experiencing what can only be called wistfulness and nostalgia? I have lived with eight dogs, watched six of them grow old and infirm with grace and dignity, and die with what seemed to be acceptance. I have seen old dogs grieve at the loss of their friends. I have come to believe that as they age, dogs comprehend the passage of time, and, if not the inevitability of death, certainly the relentlessness of the onset of their frailties. They understand that what’s gone is gone.

Monday, March 29, 2010

PETA PROPAGANDA


Peta's stand on pure breed dogs. I don't agree.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010