No Surprises There

Sounds like the new glossy, glitzy, fluffy advertising vehicle LA Times Sunday Magazine basically sucks... not that anyone was expecting any different...

Here's a sample (Robyn Todd writing about her dog):

Izzy has the presence of a king—-okay, a prince. He walks with his head high. Perfect posture. He loves people, and people love him. When he’s approached, he sits up, looks his friends (which they are immediately) in the eye, and when they’ve finished swooning and are reluctantly ready to leave, Izzy waits for the right moment and gives his paw. They go nuts. It’s like being with a rock star. Am I a mother in love, or what?

Believe me, it only gets worse from there.