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Treatment Abuse, Behavior Modification, Thought Reform => Straight, Inc. and Derivatives => Topic started by: dragonfly on December 14, 2005, 01:28:00 AM
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Yawn. I wish The Butcher would kill Joseph Campbell. Oh wait, he's already dead. Goody.
dragonfly, much better for your mid-life crisis is this mild Smoky Mountain chow chow song you have been talking about.
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oh. come on, so I don't like Joseph Campbell. whaddya got for the song already already? i have part of a verse, a whole fictional history on mild Smoky Mountain chow chow, plus a plotline for the operatic length version already written up. whereas, sleepyhead, let me guess, you are just about done with breakfast. ::rainbow:: [ This Message was edited by: ex-prisoner on 2005-12-14 07:56 ]
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so dragonfly, do you want to work on this mild Smoky Mountain chow chow thing or not? if not, will I have to pay you royalties on "mild Smoky Mountain chow chow", or is it in the common lexicon there? lemmee know. thanks a mil. no problem if you don't get to this until 11 or noon or whatever, genius keeps its own clock.
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gar, two cats, i can't compete.
if it's full of metaphors and double-speak, yes, the recipe thread will do quite nicely.
here's to your new DVD player. ::cheers::
which Monty Python?
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damn cats with all their cuteness making it impossible to kick 'em out the door where they belong. go forth, young cat, and seek your fortune in the world! i will be not maidservant nor master to thee! thou shalt be neither slave nor chattel! they come around begging at the door again, of course, until they manage to get themselves lost or killed. did you ever read _Timbuktu_ by Paul Austen? it is about a dog but i include it as a useful cross reference to my philosophies on the matter.
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Well, that sounds to me like a story for the right moment.
I had a good dog, best dog ever I might say. `Cept I suspect my very clever lab understands quite a lot of language, so I wouldn't say it outloud, ya' know?
Anyway, Charvey was smart as a whip. He'd do trick routines and tree my asshole brother for me and sit and stick to a spot outside the store on the sidewalk if I said 'stay' and walked in. But there was no stopping his barking till I got done and came out w/ a plastic bag full of cold water from the fountain for him. Goooood dog!
So I never leashed or confined him. Why should I? He knew how to behave, never dumped trash cans or chased a cat who wasn't at least a little game for it. But there was just one thing I hadn't accounted for. He didn't have the sense to stay out from under cars, especially when the sun beat down and that car happened to park over his favorite napping spot.
And so, one day, my mom came to pick me and my sister up from school. That was odd. But, ok, I guess she had a reason. She picked her moment. Pulled off of the road, turned w/ an elbow over the front seat to face me sitting in the back, gave me the news then turned and kept driving. Odd woman.
So now that boudacious black lab. I really do cry for her sometimes. She's the kind of dog who would adopt and truely love every soul within her natural range, which seems to be around half a mile or so.But there are things she just can't understand.
So when the kids slacked off on keeping her either tied up or inside, I did pull out that story. I didn't tell it to them, though. I just reeled it in myself and explained a bit about dogs, people and misunderstandings.
See, she might eventually learn to stay off the highway right down the hill from here.
Don't know if she's capable of understanding that cars, how ever well driven, sometimes can't stop on ice. And ice and snow, to this dog, are obvious cause for rambunctious romping celebration.
And she can't understand unfriendly people. She'll bound right up to any stranger, tail a waggin, big grin on her face and attempt to give them a full on body hug and tongue kiss. She might, eventually, learn better manners w/ strangers. But only on the level that we, her friends who can kill cows, insist upon it. I don't think she'll ever understand people who respond to open and entheusiastic affection with fear and violence. And she's a big dog; 90+ lbs and almost as tall as I am on her hind legs. When some crazy sob comes along who kicks her or runs away screaming (and they're not playing, as it turns out) she seems to take that as a sign that they might be dangerous. From that point on, she'll protect us from them. What good dog wouldn't? But they kill dogs for doing that.
So, I told the kids, within the dog's hearing, just that. And when they could deomonstrate that they had been able to make the dog understand that paradox, well then they could forget about keeping her on the leash.
The overwhelming majority of people have more than the average (mean) number of legs.
-- E. Grebenik
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i have two black labs and cannot bear to think about when they are not with me anymore. dragonfly, you sadden me with your story of your dog. dogs are so full of life and do not know why.they are part of a bond between human and dog that consists of caretaker and unconditional positive regard. what you really loved was life and now you are just hanging out with pussies.
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it would be fun to hear everyone's names for their pets
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My dog's name is Gabriel. He would never last on his own....he is far to attached to me/people. Okay, yes, I adore my doggie too! He gets upset every time I leave and HAS to sleep on the bed with me....
Gabriel just loves people...but he has bad manners too. He gets so excited, jumps, and tries to lick people's faces. He's really strong even though he's only 50 lbs, and in Gabriel's excitement he has damn near knocked a few unsuspecting visitors off their feet. Some people react with fear but he would never hurt anyone unless he was protecting me.
I really dont know if Gabriel would ever want to run free. Maybe for a short period just for fun, but I think my dog would die without human interraction. But maybe some animals prefer their freedom more than others?
I have a cat too. Dont laugh, but her name is Skinny....yes she was pretty scrwany when I got her and I couldnt think of a name. Skinny was never meant to be her name it just stuck and she always responded to it. She's a little love bug....she loves attention, has a very loud purr, and doesnt like to be alone.
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I taught my dogs to motivate. they have to be lying on their backs to do it correctly.
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2 cats
Olliver and Lil Cat