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Winnipeg Free Press
2 days ago
- Winnipeg Free Press
Woman charged after police allege she was driving in wrong lanes in fatal crash
EDMONTON – A driver in Edmonton has died after his car slammed into a light pole, which police allege was caused by an impaired driver going the wrong way. The Edmonton Police Service says its officers were dispatched early Saturday to the city's southeast, where a Chevrolet Cruze reportedly struck a light standard along the southbound portion of Anthony Henday Drive and caught fire. Police say witnesses pulled the 23-year-old male driver from the car and attempted lifesaving measures, but he died at the scene. Investigators later got reports that another vehicle, which police say they believe caused the collision, had been seen travelling north in the southbound lanes of the arterial highway. Strathcona County RCMP later intercepted a Chevrolet Cavalier travelling north in the southbound lanes of Anthony Henday Drive just south of the Sherwood Park Freeway. The 23-year-old woman at the wheel of the Cavalier was arrested and is facing charges of dangerous driving causing death and impaired driving. This report by The Canadian Press was first published Aug. 9, 2025.
Newsweek
04-08-2025
- Entertainment
- Newsweek
Woman Meets Man With the Same Dog—Now Every Date Includes All Four of Them
Based on facts, either observed and verified firsthand by the reporter, or reported and verified from knowledgeable sources. Newsweek AI is in beta. Translations may contain inaccuracies—please refer to the original content. A woman has gained viral attention on TikTok after sharing that she had a chance encounter on Hinge with a man who owns a dog identical to her own—a twist that has since turned every outing into a "double date." The woman, who goes by @annapward on TikTok, took to the platform on July 28 with a clip of herself and a man, whom she later married, shaking hands while each holding an auburn-colored King Charles Cavalier Spaniel. The brief clip, set against a trending audio track, has an overlaid text that read: "POV: [Point of view] You go on a Hinge date with a guy who has the same dog and now every date is a double date." The moment, which has struck a chord with viewers on TikTok, has since racked up over 35,000 views. TikTok users were quick to flood the comments section, with many left in stitches over the unexpected twist. One viewer commented that the scenario was "amazing," while others compared it to a real-life romantic comedy. The resemblance between the two canines sparked particular amusement. The post's creator also shared in the comments that the couple is now married, adding another layer of surprise to the lighthearted moment. "The pups' expressions are so hilarious," one viewer said. "Beautiful family." "I can't explain it, but I know which one has a girl owner and which one has a boy owner," another added. "I need a movie about this," a third viewer shared. "A match made in heaven," another said, while another commented: "HAHAHAHA! This is amazing. I wish you all the best." "This is my favorite video of all time," another added. "Thank you." "My brother and his fiancé met on Hinge with their matching golden doodles," another shared. "I have a Cavalier! They seriously are the best little love bugs! Have fun on your double dates," another said. The King Charles Cavalier Spaniel, known for its affectionate temperament and distinctive coloring, has long been a favorite among pet owners—but rarely do two appear in such identical fashion on a first date. In this case, it was not just a successful date, but the beginning of a life together. Newsweek reached out to @annapward for more information via TikTok. A Cavalier King Charles Spaniel stares into a camera lens. A Cavalier King Charles Spaniel stares into a camera lens. Getty Images Do you have funny and adorable videos or pictures of your pet you want to share? Send them to life@ with some details about your best friend and they could appear in our Pet of the Week lineup.
BBC News
29-07-2025
- Sport
- BBC News
'Marginal gains' guru Robinson to deliver again? It's season predictions
Where will you finish in the league and why?The only guarantee in life is there will come a time when I can no longer casually assume the Buddies will finish in the top half, and so I'm going to continue riding that train until the lights come on at the end of the line. Sixth. We've lost some key starters, but Stephen Robinson has long since earned blind faith in his ability to freshen our is the best signing or has he not signed yet and who should it be?The unknown quantities of Richard King and Jalmaro Calvin, signed from Jamaican champions Cavalier, offer the most potentially exciting answers to this question. However, based on the evidence we have already, it will likely be one of our loanees-turned-permanent. Convincing Roland Idowu and last season's player of the year Killian Phillips to commit for the long term in Paisley represents excellent business. I'll opt for Idowu in order to be different and appear like I'm in the do you want from your manager this season?I want him to stay in Paisley, forever. I want him to continue telling the media that three players are injured, then starting them all on Saturday anyway. I want more of the same from our card-carrying marginal-gains will be the breakout star in your squad?Fraser Taylor. Local boy and Saints fan, late developer who starred on loan for Arbroath last season as they won League One. Nominally a 10, he has played throughout the League Cup group stage in a deep midfield role, replacing Caolan Boyd-Munce. Last year, in a brief cameo, he set up our famous equaliser against Brann in Norway with an inch-perfect cross. I'd argue he's a better and stronger player now, and he has more options to create is your one major concern?We've had (and are still having) a busy summer of squad turnover, losing several popular figures from the past three seasons of relative success. Therein lies a risk that new players won't settle, or the squad will lose something of its closeness. The league also feels stronger at the top end, so patience and understanding for a bottom-half finish might also be Jardine can be found at Misery Hunters, external
West Australian
26-07-2025
- General
- West Australian
Adrian Barich: As readers of this column would know, given the choice between most things, I'd walk my dogs
The other night I polished my jarrah floorboards with Mr Sheen. Yes it probably wasn't they smartest move, as Jodie reminded me of later when she slipped in the passageway. But how the wood gleamed, and how was I to know that using Mr Sheen on floorboards is dangerous due to the potential for slipperiness and the possibility of damaging the finish? Wood was pictured on the can, so that was good enough for me. Plus, I'm sure I recall in that famous 80s ad that 'woodwork everywhere' was mentioned 'Oh, Mr Sheen … Oh, Mr Sheen!' But there's a more serious aspect to my cleaning error. Lilly, our 14-year-old pug, stepped out, slipped, and ended up sprawled like a four-legged fawn-octopus hybrid, defeated but dignified. It was a little bit funny, but somewhere behind the laughter sat the quiet knowledge that her body now couldn't always do what her head wants. It was a sobering moment, really. As readers of this column would know, given the choice between most things, I'd walk my dogs. These days, that means Lilly and Frank, a cheeky Cavalier cross. We used to be a family of three pugs, but we lost two within a month to lymphoma. That still stings. There's a particular kind of heartbreak that comes from losing a dog: the absence of a wagging tail at the door, the missing click of claws on the floorboards. Walking all three pugs used to turn heads. With my thick rugby league neck, the four of us definitely looked like a family — a living personification of the old line about dog owners eventually looking like their dogs. Lilly is the survivor of those heady days. She came into our lives with a tiny snort and a wiggle, all bug-eyed curiosity and boundless energy. She made a home out of our house. Now she pads more slowly across the cork-floored kitchen, her once-springy trot only coming out when Frank annoys her. Her eyes are cloudy, her hearing patchy, but the moment she catches a whiff of 'it's dinner time or treat,' the spark reignites. We know we're nearing the hardest chapter, the one every dog lover dreads. As writer Agnes Sligh Turnbull beautifully put it: 'Dogs' lives are too short. Their only fault, really.' Preparing for Lilly's eventual goodbye feels like bracing for a storm you can't outrun. You're never really ready, a bit like all loss of life. There's guilt in even thinking about end-of-life scenarios. But you're sort of forced into it, aren't you? It feels like we're betraying her unwavering loyalty by imagining a world without her. Because for all her quirks: the wheezy snore that rattles the floorboards, the stubborn refusal to toilet in the garden when it's wet — Lilly has been a quiet kind of magic. There's a joy in dogs, Milan Kundera called dogs 'our link to paradise. They don't know evil or jealousy or discontent'. He was right: dogs are joyous, almost magical with all their tail-wagging and unconditional love (or whatever you want to call it). It's hard to explain to anyone who hasn't loved a dog how fully they become part of you. They greet you like you've returned from war, even if you just took the bins out. They don't care about whether you're really not that special. To them, you're perfect. In a world that so often feels pretty complicated, it's simplicity in a 10kg fur ball. Yet ageing hasn't dimmed Lilly's character, if anything — it's amplified it. There's a wisdom to her now, a softness. She's perfectly content with long naps, happiest when the whole family is in one room. Her muzzle is silvered, her gait stiff, but her devotion is as fierce as ever — especially to food. Watching her slow down has made us slow down, too … to appreciate the small, ordinary moments. Her trying to wriggle out of my grip when I pick her up to take her outside, her ability to fight back against Frankie in any play fight. The vet speaks in careful tones about 'quality of life'. We nod, but deep down we know Lilly's quality of life is measured in tail wags and her love of food. There's still joy in her, even if it comes in shorter bursts. We remind ourselves that grief, when it comes, will be the price we pay for all the years of companionship and humour. As the old line goes: 'If there are no dogs in heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went.' Loving a dog teaches you about life itself: the selfless kind, the kind that doesn't keep score. And when that love inevitably ends, it leaves you changed: softer, more patient, perhaps a little more forgiving. Is it really a huge problem if the odd slipper gets chewed? Dogs probably make us better people. We're not there yet. Lilly still insists on claiming her spot on her bed. She still knows exactly when it's time for breakfast. But there will come a day when we'll gather her favourite blanket and say goodbye. When that day comes, our house will feel emptier. But for now, we'll keep walking slowly, letting her sniff whatever she likes. We'll savour the time we have left, because this is the deal we make when we bring a dog into our lives: they give us everything, and eventually, we have to let them go. When we think of Lilly in years to come, we'll try not to dwell on the day we said goodbye but remember the countless times she brightened our day just by being there. The everyday moments that stitched themselves into the fabric of our family. Because as all dog owners know, a dog is probably the only thing on earth that loves you more than it loves itself. (OK … some mums are that selfless too.)
Perth Now
26-07-2025
- General
- Perth Now
A dog's world: Why four-legged friends make us better people
The other night I polished my jarrah floorboards with Mr Sheen. Yes it probably wasn't they smartest move, as Jodie reminded me of later when she slipped in the passageway. But how the wood gleamed, and how was I to know that using Mr Sheen on floorboards is dangerous due to the potential for slipperiness and the possibility of damaging the finish? Wood was pictured on the can, so that was good enough for me. Plus, I'm sure I recall in that famous 80s ad that 'woodwork everywhere' was mentioned 'Oh, Mr Sheen … Oh, Mr Sheen!' But there's a more serious aspect to my cleaning error. Lilly, our 14-year-old pug, stepped out, slipped, and ended up sprawled like a four-legged fawn-octopus hybrid, defeated but dignified. It was a little bit funny, but somewhere behind the laughter sat the quiet knowledge that her body now couldn't always do what her head wants. It was a sobering moment, really. As readers of this column would know, given the choice between most things, I'd walk my dogs. These days, that means Lilly and Frank, a cheeky Cavalier cross. We used to be a family of three pugs, but we lost two within a month to lymphoma. That still stings. There's a particular kind of heartbreak that comes from losing a dog: the absence of a wagging tail at the door, the missing click of claws on the floorboards. Walking all three pugs used to turn heads. With my thick rugby league neck, the four of us definitely looked like a family — a living personification of the old line about dog owners eventually looking like their dogs. Lilly is the survivor of those heady days. She came into our lives with a tiny snort and a wiggle, all bug-eyed curiosity and boundless energy. She made a home out of our house. Now she pads more slowly across the cork-floored kitchen, her once-springy trot only coming out when Frank annoys her. Her eyes are cloudy, her hearing patchy, but the moment she catches a whiff of 'it's dinner time or treat,' the spark reignites. We know we're nearing the hardest chapter, the one every dog lover dreads. As writer Agnes Sligh Turnbull beautifully put it: 'Dogs' lives are too short. Their only fault, really.' Preparing for Lilly's eventual goodbye feels like bracing for a storm you can't outrun. You're never really ready, a bit like all loss of life. There's guilt in even thinking about end-of-life scenarios. But you're sort of forced into it, aren't you? It feels like we're betraying her unwavering loyalty by imagining a world without her. Because for all her quirks: the wheezy snore that rattles the floorboards, the stubborn refusal to toilet in the garden when it's wet — Lilly has been a quiet kind of magic. There's a joy in dogs, Milan Kundera called dogs 'our link to paradise. They don't know evil or jealousy or discontent'. He was right: dogs are joyous, almost magical with all their tail-wagging and unconditional love (or whatever you want to call it). It's hard to explain to anyone who hasn't loved a dog how fully they become part of you. They greet you like you've returned from war, even if you just took the bins out. They don't care about whether you're really not that special. To them, you're perfect. In a world that so often feels pretty complicated, it's simplicity in a 10kg fur ball. Yet ageing hasn't dimmed Lilly's character, if anything — it's amplified it. There's a wisdom to her now, a softness. She's perfectly content with long naps, happiest when the whole family is in one room. Her muzzle is silvered, her gait stiff, but her devotion is as fierce as ever — especially to food. Watching her slow down has made us slow down, too … to appreciate the small, ordinary moments. Her trying to wriggle out of my grip when I pick her up to take her outside, her ability to fight back against Frankie in any play fight. The vet speaks in careful tones about 'quality of life'. We nod, but deep down we know Lilly's quality of life is measured in tail wags and her love of food. There's still joy in her, even if it comes in shorter bursts. We remind ourselves that grief, when it comes, will be the price we pay for all the years of companionship and humour. As the old line goes: 'If there are no dogs in heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went.' Loving a dog teaches you about life itself: the selfless kind, the kind that doesn't keep score. And when that love inevitably ends, it leaves you changed: softer, more patient, perhaps a little more forgiving. Is it really a huge problem if the odd slipper gets chewed? Dogs probably make us better people. We're not there yet. Lilly still insists on claiming her spot on her bed. She still knows exactly when it's time for breakfast. But there will come a day when we'll gather her favourite blanket and say goodbye. When that day comes, our house will feel emptier. But for now, we'll keep walking slowly, letting her sniff whatever she likes. We'll savour the time we have left, because this is the deal we make when we bring a dog into our lives: they give us everything, and eventually, we have to let them go. When we think of Lilly in years to come, we'll try not to dwell on the day we said goodbye but remember the countless times she brightened our day just by being there. The everyday moments that stitched themselves into the fabric of our family. Because as all dog owners know, a dog is probably the only thing on earth that loves you more than it loves itself. (OK … some mums are that selfless too.)
