- New mutt on the premises. A mongrel I snatched off the street, from his mother’s litter. The little bugger grew on me awful fast. I don’t really know how old he is. A few weeks, 2 or 3, my best guess.
- Plan is I’ll train him into an aggressive and tenacious quadruped landlord to keep our suburban home guarded round the clock. He ain’t really needed to guard the apartment. Trouble is he seems awful wimpy right now so I don’t really know how I’ll go about achieving such a behavioural turn-around. Prestidigitation, perhaps?
- Given any choice, he’ll just wiggle his tail and come beg for play, fetch or dodgeball and belly rubs. For starters, one promising occurrence was that he barked and hollered audaciously at a few strays outside the yard. From behind a sturdy, tall fence, grounded fence.
- Pics taken in the dark cause I didn’t want to risk waking the fury devil up. Lest he’ll keep me up all night to graciously return the favour. I’ll tell you, that was one soiled little doggy. I think I got a kettle of crud out of his fur when I washed him. It was thoroughly necessary, though. I don’t much fancy walking flee colonies round the house.
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November 2nd, 2006 at 3:29 am
Your dog is gorgeous and you or I am psychic. As I clicked on your blog I was on the phone to my mum who was telling me that my sister has just bought a german shephard puppy (11 weeks) who I will meet on Sunday, yah!!! Anyway, according to the family grapevine, the little bundle was picked up the dog from the breeder and my sister, concerned it wouldn’t be able to travel well in the car, gave the pup a car sickness tablet. The pup reacted badly to the tablet and threw up in the car halfway home. So she then had to take it to the vet to have an antihistamine tablet before she even got it home. Bit of a worrying beginning but she’s okay now. Both of them.
November 2nd, 2006 at 11:18 am
Women are such suckers for a little fur.
November 12th, 2006 at 3:58 am
I believe I’ve already conclusively proven Female is evil, perhaps even the anarchist antiChrist? Time will tell, undoubtedly.
- Queens Of The Stone Age - Go With The Flow
For a “christian” you sure are judgmental about people.
Agnelli & Nelson - Embrace (Hudson St. original) — Best Dance Track ever.
Why don’t you do a post on music, Sonyad? I would like to vent about the sad decline of good ‘ouse/trance music, since the halycon days of 96/97 & 99/00. Now I am just waiting for the inevitable country western/techno remix to emerge *sigh*
November 12th, 2006 at 2:18 pm
Because many of the points you espouse as well as the way you convey them are blatantly evil/insensitive/uncaring/inhuman in countenance before my eyes.
I’m afraid my meagre science thereof would swiftly and lamentably curtail such an attempt.
- Chamonix - 77 Strings
November 19th, 2006 at 2:18 pm
Sonyad:
“Women are such suckers for a little fur.”
Pants:
Hmmm, is this a subtle way of revealing the truth about one of the finer points that we’ve already touched on this weekend, …or am I just being a ‘hyper- sensitive/aware’ peachfish who falls into that ‘it’s too good to be true’ trap, from time to time; perhaps even more often than I’d like to admit.
November 19th, 2006 at 3:30 pm
Sir ‘Sonyad’:
That ridiculously adorable Ms. Max sure has her work cut out for her according to your original blog post.
I do, however, believe that those creatures of the canine persuasion, although magical beings in their own right, are less receptive to ’slight of hand’ [=prestidigitation]* training techniques than those that involve a more ‘Flintstone’/first principles, approach that includes repetition, consistency, kindness, systematic performance-based rewards [mnemonic, if you will], etc…
[*this is not to say, though, that a solid 'shell game' routine is lost on 'man's best friend'...]
…as well as a considerate/humane lack of [dangerous, often confusing, not to mention condemning and unfair in a breed:behaviour ratio, judgemental-jumping-to-conclusions way] encouragement to display unnecessary/intimidating/fear-inducing, aggression [that can lead to vengeful and cruel human responses & the drastic possibility for serious harm to yourself, other people and your dog].
…
Fine ‘Female’:
Canine carsickness [chronic even], as I found out when I was blessed/graced [for the first time in my already middle-aged life] with the companionship of ‘Mr.The Boo’ [, then 'Harley' too,]…
The Boo’s [seemingly] never-ending-nausea** was daunting/overwhelming and lasted for a [quite a] few months. After consulting with a handful/cross-section of ‘experts’ in the field of pet psychology/behaviour, etc. I reconciled myself to the fact that I would just have to wait it out…much to the chagrin of anyone who happened to be a passenger in my car during that period.
[**nausea ad-nauseum, would be another way to put it]
Sure enough, one fine day, he stopped his most hideous-sounding ‘tossing of cookies’ and we’ve never looked back. Apparently it had everything to do with The Boo trusting in the reality that he finally had a safe home*** [where he could wreak an all-new form of the most endearing havoc].
[***The Boo, not unlike myself and so many others, had a bit of a rough start in life, yet managed to manifest an alternate existence, however I'm thinking that in his case it was just slightly less deliberate/conscious than most of us 'pink-uprights'...as both The Boo & Harley refer to the human species.]
November 19th, 2006 at 7:12 pm
The dog is dead. My mother starved him to death in her latest outburst of cognitive fortitude, some time ago. I’d like to put this behind me.
- Celldweller - The last firstborn
November 21st, 2006 at 12:55 pm
Ms. Max is dead? I’m so sorry to hear that, Sonyad.