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Yahoo
06-07-2025
- Entertainment
- Yahoo
Senior Dachshund Only Walks a Certain 'Path' and It's Too Cute
Senior Dachshund Only Walks a Certain 'Path' and It's Too Cute originally appeared on PetHelpful. Meet Beca, a senior Dachshund dog who is very set in her ways. She's TikToker Mariam's best friend's dog, and she broke the internet in June with the adorable way that she takes her daily walks. Beca walks the same 'path' every day. The first time I watched the video, I missed it. But when I noticed that the pooch was walking along a stone pathway among all the stones, my heart did a flip! She has the sweetest little path that she travels down each day. I wasn't the only one smitten with Beca. Mariam's video garnered more than 19 million views and nearly 11 thousand loved it! Commenter @ swooned, "What a good and law abiding citizen!" and got more than 80 thousand likes for their comment. @Rey J brought us all back to childhood and got nearly the same amount of likes when they pointed out, "She's protecting you by avoiding the cracks!" @Soppa97 added, "If I step on a crack, my mother will perish horrifically..." Then @kenzzi0704 shared, "I love how she stopped, realized how far she still has left to go, and was like aww, and kept trodding on. Probably cursing her tiny legs lol!"If you have a dog at home, you know that they (for the most part) thrive for the most part by living on a schedule much like we do. They know when to expect breakfast, lunch, dinner, potty breaks, walks, and even extra snacks. They know when you leave the house for the day and when to expect you back at home. And they thrive on those timelines. The American Kennel Club (AKC) explains more for dogs of all ages, "A routine can reinforce previously taught skills in adult dogs and help them learn new behaviors. Changes—such as travel, moving, new relationships, or family members coming into the home—are a part of life. But a routine based on exercise, enrichment, training, and grooming can allow dogs to be more confident and comfortable." Bottom dog needs to know what to expect every day. Of course, some days are different than others, but for the most part, we all operate on the same day-in-day-out schedule. This offers comfort and security for them, so don't think they'll get bored with the same old, same old every day. Senior Dachshund Only Walks a Certain 'Path' and It's Too Cute first appeared on PetHelpful on Jul 1, 2025 This story was originally reported by PetHelpful on Jul 1, 2025, where it first appeared.
The Guardian
06-07-2025
- Lifestyle
- The Guardian
Walking my dog, I feel free to wear the most unhinged outfits
A school friend of mine once told me she wouldn't go as far as the letterbox outside her home without wearing mascara, lipstick and foundation. My mum used to blow-dry her hair to go grocery shopping. Recently, I've seen more than one glamorous woman on TikTok warn her followers never to go to the gym without wearing makeup and a cute outfit, in case they have to interact with their weights room crush. Any time I see a friend who's recently given birth, she apologises so profusely for her dark circles and old T-shirt that you'd think she'd committed a minor commonwealth offence. I've heard about someone who puts on a full corporate outfit, including high heels, to sit at the kitchen table in her own home to work. I despair. Where are our opportunities to look an absolute mess? Grooming standards are a personal thing. Mine have always been minimal enough to appal every member of my immediate family: unbrushed hair, bare face, no bra. I enjoy dressing up sometimes, but my everyday vibe is more Adam Sandler going for a stroll. Lucky for me, I've found a loophole in the social expectation of put-togetherness: dog walking fashion. Sign up for the fun stuff with our rundown of must-reads, pop culture and tips for the weekend, every Saturday morning When I have my handsome shih tzu trotting by my side, I can go out in the most unhinged ensembles and nobody seems bothered. I am invisible, I am untouchable, I am immune to the judgment of others because I am out with my dog. Let me paint you a picture. In the summer months, I might step out in a pair of fuchsia linen harem pants that my mum bought in Greece (that have a hole in the crotch), paired with a 2017 Britney Spears concert memorabilia T-shirt and knee-high, shark-print compression socks tucked into faded blue Birkenstocks that have been worn so many times they bear the dark imprint of my foot sweat. Another day, it might be striped boxer shorts, a tank top that's hanging on for dear life, and no shoes; it is my right, as an Australian, to feel the warmth of the pavement on my footsies. When it's cold, I'll slip into something like this: pants that are, technically speaking, pyjamas, tucked into lilac ankle gumboots, an old jumper of my dad's, finished with a thigh-length raincoat buttoned in a hurry, inaccurately. Or fleece-lined track pants, a jumper with an otter on it, socks and thongs. I work from home, so often it's a case of chucking my favourite item of clothing – a second-hand coat my sister bought in 2009 that looks like a picnic rug with sleeves and has become mine by squatter's rights – over the top of whatever cosy outfit I've cobbled together that morning. Sign up to Saved for Later Catch up on the fun stuff with Guardian Australia's culture and lifestyle rundown of pop culture, trends and tips after newsletter promotion It's a grab what's near and what's comfortable situation; the less thought put into it, the better. And it's a precious chance for me to take the clothes I am not yet prepared to retire for a spin in the outside world. Stained? No problem. Threadbare? Get it on. When I am with my dog, anything goes. Nobody blinks an eye. Nobody raises their phone ominously to film me for an Instagram round up of worst dressed strangers. I am free. I am a mess. I am just a girl walking her dog. And I am not alone. I see you, my chaotically dressed dog-walking brethren: in pyjamas and ugg boots, in animal onesies, in long socks and sandals, short shorts, disintegrating T-shirts, charity shop jumpers. Baseball caps over unwashed hair. Muddy paw prints on your trackpants from the last wet walk. We're in this together and hey, we might not be catwalk ready, but we do have our dogs.
Yahoo
05-07-2025
- Automotive
- Yahoo
Driver slammed for 'outright stupid' dog act risking $592 fine
Footage of a motorist walking two dogs from a moving car has been captured on a sandy road close to a major Australian city, and a vet is urging dog owners not to follow in the driver's footsteps — or at least, to keep up with your own. The video was filmed in the seaside suburb of Blairgowrie on Melbourne's Mornington Peninsula last week, and the two dogs, one large, fluffy and trotting, and the other small and running, were being guided alongside a slow moving car. The person behind the camera joked they were witnessing the "future of dog walking" in action. "The peak of Mornington Peninsula innovation for when you want to walk the dogs but can't be bothered getting out of the car," they said. The behaviour was slammed on social media, with Aussies questioning why a dog owner would be "outright stupid" like this. It is not known if the owner has any mobility issues preventing them from walking. "Horrible. It's so easy for this to go horribly wrong. Dogs are f***king idiots. I love them, but they cannot be trusted in matters of self preservation," one said, while another replied, "If dogs are idiots, we're going to need a new adjective for the people walking them with a car." 🏖️ Pet owner's urgent warning after dog almost dies following trip to beach 😲 Footage of 'terrifying' backyard moment in Aussie pool shocks millions 🦮 Pet owners warned after three dogs die at popular Aussie beach There are a number of risks associated with 'walking your dog' outside a moving vehicle, and SASH vet Aaron Koey told Yahoo News owners should never walk their dogs this way. "This way of walking dogs has the potential to train dogs to chase cars, result in choking on the lead, and traumatic injuries from accidental motor vehicle injuries," he told Yahoo News. "If the dog was to be run over, injuries sustained could include fractures, internal injuries, and potentially result in death." Working at one of the two veterinary trauma centres SASH has in Australia, Aaron explained he has seen firsthand the devastating injuries pets can get from colliding with cars. "We see a number of dogs and cats who present to emergency for motor vehicle injuries. Common scenarios are injuries from dogs being run over by cars off-lead but also unsecured dogs jumping out of cars and utes while in motion," he said, urging people to simply walk their dog the normal way. "Walking the dog by foot is a safer (and healthier) way to walk dogs, both for dogs and the owner," he said. "We would encourage owners to maintain control of their dogs all the time, focusing on the dog and surroundings." Victoria Police confirmed to Yahoo News it is an offence to lead an animal while driving or riding in a vehicle. Those caught committing the offence can be fined $592. Do you have a story tip? Email: newsroomau@ You can also follow us on Facebook, Instagram, TikTok, Twitter and YouTube.
The Guardian
05-07-2025
- Lifestyle
- The Guardian
Walking my dog, I feel free to wear the most unhinged outfits
A school friend of mine once told me she wouldn't go as far as the letterbox outside her home without wearing mascara, lipstick and foundation. My mum used to blow-dry her hair to go grocery shopping. Recently, I've seen more than one glamorous woman on TikTok warn her followers never to go to the gym without wearing makeup and a cute outfit, in case they have to interact with their weights room crush. Any time I see a friend who's recently given birth, she apologises so profusely for her dark circles and old T-shirt that you'd think she'd committed a minor commonwealth offence. I've heard about someone who puts on a full corporate outfit, including high heels, to sit at the kitchen table in her own home to work. I despair. Where are our opportunities to look an absolute mess? Grooming standards are a personal thing. Mine have always been minimal enough to appal every member of my immediate family: unbrushed hair, bare face, no bra. I enjoy dressing up sometimes, but my everyday vibe is more Adam Sandler going for a stroll. Lucky for me, I've found a loophole in the social expectation of put-togetherness: dog walking fashion. Sign up for the fun stuff with our rundown of must-reads, pop culture and tips for the weekend, every Saturday morning When I have my handsome shih tzu trotting by my side, I can go out in the most unhinged ensembles and nobody seems bothered. I am invisible, I am untouchable, I am immune to the judgment of others because I am out with my dog. Let me paint you a picture. In the summer months, I might step out in a pair of fuchsia linen harem pants that my mum bought in Greece (that have a hole in the crotch), paired with a 2017 Britney Spears concert memorabilia T-shirt and knee-high, shark-print compression socks tucked into faded blue Birkenstocks that have been worn so many times they bear the dark imprint of my foot sweat. Another day, it might be striped boxer shorts, a tank top that's hanging on for dear life, and no shoes; it is my right, as an Australian, to feel the warmth of the pavement on my footsies. When it's cold, I'll slip into something like this: pants that are, technically speaking, pyjamas, tucked into lilac ankle gumboots, an old jumper of my dad's, finished with a thigh-length raincoat buttoned in a hurry, inaccurately. Or fleece-lined track pants, a jumper with an otter on it, socks and thongs. I work from home, so often it's a case of chucking my favourite item of clothing – a second-hand coat my sister bought in 2009 that looks like a picnic rug with sleeves and has become mine by squatter's rights – over the top of whatever cosy outfit I've cobbled together that morning. Sign up to Saved for Later Catch up on the fun stuff with Guardian Australia's culture and lifestyle rundown of pop culture, trends and tips after newsletter promotion It's a grab what's near and what's comfortable situation; the less thought put into it, the better. And it's a precious chance for me to take the clothes I am not yet prepared to retire for a spin in the outside world. Stained? No problem. Threadbare? Get it on. When I am with my dog, anything goes. Nobody blinks an eye. Nobody raises their phone ominously to film me for an Instagram round up of worst dressed strangers. I am free. I am a mess. I am just a girl walking her dog. And I am not alone. I see you, my chaotically dressed dog-walking brethren: in pyjamas and ugg boots, in animal onesies, in long socks and sandals, short shorts, disintegrating T-shirts, charity shop jumpers. Baseball caps over unwashed hair. Muddy paw prints on your trackpants from the last wet walk. We're in this together and hey, we might not be catwalk ready, but we do have our dogs.
The Guardian
05-07-2025
- General
- The Guardian
Tim Dowling: a rake has it in for me
On a weekend afternoon, with the temperature nudging 30C, my wife and I take the dog for a walk. Neither of us wants to go, so we go together, and agree to keep it short. 'Oh no,' my wife says when we get to the park. I look across the open expanse and see what she sees. 'Picnics,' I say. Under every tree, in every square foot of available shade, people are sitting on blankets with food spread in front of them. 'An absolute minefield,' my wife says. 'I should have thought of this.' To be fair, the dog has never disrupted a picnic in progress, causing the sort of mayhem my wife and I are both very good at imagining. That's because the dog has never been allowed anywhere near a picnic. We keep the dog on the lead until we are safely across some baked playing fields, taking a wide route that affords no shade and makes the walk twice as long as we'd anticipated. When we get home, drained and listless, I find the tortoise on his back in the garden again, legs flapping helplessly. Like the summer heat, the tortoise going upside down used to be a once-every-four-years event, but this is the second time it's happened in six weeks. I think: how careless can one animal be? I set the tortoise back on his feet, and promptly step on a rake. To be fair, I was heading for the rake on purpose – it was leaning against the house and I was intending to put it away. But as I approach I fail to notice the tines are facing outward, and put my foot on them. The handle flies past my outstretched fingers and thwacks me in the face. 'Ow,' I say, feeling my upper lip, which has already begun to swell. Flinging the rake into the bushes by the back door, I am reminded that slapstick is the purest form of humiliation – simple and total. I resolve to tell no one about this episode. 'I just stepped on a rake, like in a cartoon,' I say to the middle one five minutes later. 'Really?' he says, not looking up from his laptop. 'A once-in-a-lifetime act of stupidity,' I say, although I recall the same thing happening to me about three years ago. At least it was dark that time. 'I guess the lesson is, put the rake away,' he says. 'I was putting the rake away,' I say. The next morning my wife suggests a walk in a place she is sure will be free of picnics. 'And it's on the way to the dump,' she says. We drive to a car park at the very edge of the borough, alongside a remote skateboard park patronised exclusively by men over 30. 'What's that about?' my wife says. 'Dunno,' I say. 'Some restraining order-based initiative, maybe.' Beyond the skate park lies a small, empty field, recently mowed. Sign up to Inside Saturday The only way to get a look behind the scenes of the Saturday magazine. Sign up to get the inside story from our top writers as well as all the must-read articles and columns, delivered to your inbox every weekend. after newsletter promotion 'On my phone it looks like it goes on for miles,' my wife says. But in front of us we can only see a couple of acres. We cross the field to a line of trees and follow a narrow path overgrown with brambles and nettles, emerging at a gurgling stream spanned by an improvised bridge of garbage: an old tyre, a partially burnt log and two of those long rubber feet used to support temporary fencing. 'What now?' I say. 'We cross,' my wife says. Beyond the stream we find a vast space reclaimed by wilderness: stubby trees, wildflowers, wetlands full of ducks and herons. We can see nothing beyond this oasis but tall buildings in the distance. There are no other people. The dog zips through the tall grass, leaving zigzagged indentations. 'It's amazing,' my wife says. 'And so handy for the dump,' I say. Back at home, the dog stretches out on the cool kitchen floor, exhausted. I go to open the garden door, only to find it jammed. The handle of the rake is leaning against it on the other side, wedged into the corner of the glass pane, holding it shut. I think: this rake really has it in for me. I force the door open a few inches and squeeze past. At the other end of the rake I find the tortoise, his back leg trapped between two tines. Evidently he was ambling past, caught his foot and pulled the rake over against the door. 'I can't help feeling this is partly my fault,' I say, freeing his trapped foot. The tortoise gives me a look that says: this is all your fault. I guess the lesson is, put the rake away.
