<![CDATA[Gawker: defamer, pets]]> http://tags.gawker.com/assets/base/img/thumbs140x140/gawker.com.png <![CDATA[Gawker: defamer, pets]]> http://gawker.com/tag/defamer/pets http://gawker.com/tag/defamer/pets <![CDATA[ Miracles do happen! While driving on Sunset...]]> Miracles do happen! While driving on Sunset last night, we just so happened to glance up at the "lost dog" billboard erected by American Apparel founder Dov Charney, and we were pleased to see a huge "FOUND" sticker hastily slapped on, finally bringing to a close the missing pet drama that had rocked Echo Park. Did little HedKayce really make the incredible journey back home to Charney's East LA warehouse, or was it all a publicity stunt meant to promote American Apparel's new line of brand-free clothing for slutty, hipster dogs? We'd like to think it was the former, even if we shudder to think of the Charney scent that could have lured the pup back home. [Previously: 'American Apparel' Owner Wants You to Find His Dog, Maybe Buy its Clothes]

]]> http://gawker.com/index.php?op=postcommentfeed&postId=5043263&view=rss&microfeed=true <![CDATA['American Apparel' Owner Wants You to Find His Dog, Maybe Buy its Clothes]]> In the worst news to befall a local chihuahua since Disney cut loose with its trailers for the Beverly Hills breed, we hear today that American Apparel kingpin Dov Charney has lost his dog. Again. Or perhaps the pooch is still missing from that troubling time in April. In any case, Charney appears to finally be getting serious about finding and keeping poor little HedKayce close by — or at least about selling dog shirts. After the jump, find the enlarged billboard photo and a memo scattered far and wide by the inspired guerrilla marketers search party:

The Silver Lake and Echo Park area was slammed with flyers this weekend showing this dog, pictured above. And if flyers were not enough, two billboards, back-to-back, at Sunset and Alvarado featured the cute dog asking anyone who has seen it or has found it to contact the owner. ... One of the flyers read:

"Her Name is Hedkayce. I have had her for 10 years. She weighs 10lbs and has a scar on the left side of her face. She was left in the front yard of my home at 1809 Apex Ave. (Silverlake [sic] area). Please call at 213-923-7493 (cell) or my assistant Maria at 213-923-0616. ~ Dov Charney"

Or stay gone, HedKayce, and maybe George Lopez will voice you in the upcoming movie of the week. Either way, you're set.

]]> http://gawker.com/index.php?op=postcommentfeed&postId=5035817&view=rss&microfeed=true <![CDATA[David Mamet's Critic Death Wish Has Nothing on His Love For Dog's Cremains]]> David Mamet is making fantastic time in his macho, myopic trot toward senility, first with his sloppy jeremiad against "brain-dead liberals" in a March issue of the Village Voice, and now in the new issue of Vanity Fair. In the magazine's traditional issue-ending Proust Questionnaire, the playwright / screenwriter / director brings his terse, complete sentences to bear on subjects from... well, Mamet can speak for himself:

What is your idea of perfect happiness?
My idea of perfect happiness is a healthy family, peace between nations, and all the critics die. ...

If you were to die and come back as a person or thing, what do you think it would be? If I were to die and come back as a person or thing, it would be a person. ...

What is your most treasured possession?
My most treasured possession is the urn containing the ashes of my dog Fluff. There is not much difference between contemplating the urn and looking at my current dog, asleep on the couch. But I do not have to walk the urn.

"I have tried to walk the urn, but its stout belly forbids it," Mamet reportedly wrote in an early draft of his questionnaire replies. "Fluff's still heart rejects pills, prods or fists. The urn is blind to me. The urn is blind to mercy. My couch dog's hind legs twitch, knowing that ashen end. Fuck that ashen end. Fuck that urn. Fluff got ugly, and ugly got Fluff. Arf. Huff. Harrumph."

]]> http://gawker.com/index.php?op=postcommentfeed&postId=382841&view=rss&microfeed=true <![CDATA[ Apparently the only shitty thing Dane Cook...]]> Apparently the only shitty thing Dane Cook likes to carry around is his act from five years ago. The "comedian" has had a complaint filed against him in a Los Angeles court because he allegedly refuses to clean up after his tiny Miniature Pinscher, Beast. (Get it? It's little, but it's called something big. Pet naming, now with comedic irony!) The neighbors even claim they have video of the "actor" letting his pooch pinch one off before walking away empty-handed. We hope this footage gets released, because it is most likely the only time we would ever watch a Dane Cook video twice. [NY Post]

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