I have a dog. He’s small, just eight-ish pounds (depending on how many table scraps I’ve fed him), and his name is Nigel Barker (yep). My mom got him the summer after I graduated from college as a companion for her second child, Isabel the Chihuahua. But Nigel was really mine from day 1. I named him after the only good thing about America’s Next Top Model, and when I had a kind of serious surgery the same summer that he joined my family, he sat at my feet keeping a sharp puppy eye on me the entire time I was laid up. He immediately took to sleeping next to me, usually behind me near the small of my back, like a tiny, fur covered hot water bottle. After college, I moved around a bunch, and as much as I wanted to take Mr. Barker with me and away from his BFF Isabel, I knew that the mid-2os life I led was not right for him. About three years ago, I took full possession of him, and he has become my partner-in-crime and many, many times, the sight of his almost violently wagging tail when I come home from a long day at work is the bright spot of my day.
I will freely admit that I spoil him. He has come to work with me on occasion. I dress him up on holidays. He owns a Dogs for Obama handkerchief. He has more coats than I do, he sleeps in the bed with me, and I’ve surrendered my best throw pillows to him. So when I read about BarkBox, I was thrilled–another way to show Mr. Barker how much I love him.
BarkBox is a monthly subscription service similar to Birchbox. You select your dog’s size and a monthly plan, month-to-month, three months, or six months. Bonus: BarkBox donates a portion of each box sold to pupsters in need. Who can argue with that?