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Setting the Mood: The Dog Days of Summer

By Kirsten|July 8th, 2014|Setting the Mood|

fashion dogs models If you live in the northern hemisphere, the dog days of summer have just begun. A phrase used to describe the “sultry” (more like sweaty) days of summer- July and August this side of the equator. And since I love summer and I most certainly love my darling dog, Smitty, this week will be dedicated mainly to the man who shares my bed, my heart, and sometimes my sandwich. Sure, I do love diamonds, but if you pressed me to honestly choose between karats and k-9’s, my pup would always reign supreme. Just ask all my ex-boyfriends.

memorial-day-fashion The unofficial start of summer, Memorial Day, is upon us (the official start of summer is June 21) wherein I realize I have been like the grasshoppers rather than ants all spring. Meaning, while everyone packs up their cars, boards the Luxury Liner or (shudder) the LIRR, I’m left waving goodbye and cursing myself for not having thought ahead to make plans or get a boyfriend. It’s not all a loss though, I won’t suffer through the hell that is Hamptons traffic and there is a pool two blocks away that will be potentially slightly less crowded. And just because I may be catching my Vitamin D all by my lonesome doesn’t mean I have to look like it. Perhaps I could even fool myself into believing that I’m on my own very exclusive private island called Manhattan. The Hamptons beaches can be extremely hot in summer, make sure to read these blaux portable ac reviews.

memorial-day Melissa Odabash Woven Panama Hat, K Jacques St. Tropez Metallic Leather Sandals, Illesteva Leonard Round Frame Acetate Sunglasses, MICHAEL Michael Kors Jet Set Travel Medium Tote

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dog clothes Harry Barker Dog Food Storage Canister, Ralph Lauren Striped Dog Rugby, Ware of the Dog Two Tone Leather Collar, Magenta Gulp/Woof Ceramic Dog Bowls (Set)

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Gift Guide: I Like It Ruff

By Kirsten|December 17th, 2012|Gift Guide|

Okay, I may not need to shop for a man, but I do have to shop for “my man.” In case you didn’t get the memo, my heart belongs to one man and one man only. His name’s Smitty and he is, no doubt, the love of my life. We are basically inseparable- as a matter of fact, I’m typing this with one hand cause he’s laying on my other arm- and he has at times become a point of contention in my relationships. Turns out, guys get a little bummed once they realize I’ll probably never love them as much as Smitty (helpful hint: never answer the question, “Burning building: me or the dog?”). Hey, he was here first. I don’t trust a guy who doesn’t like Smitty (and vice versa) and if you don’t love dogs, you ain’t no friend of mine. So, here’s to spoiling our undaunted companions who have seen our worst and love us all the same.