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|Monday, May 4th, 2009|
Petition against the UP cat killer
Justice for Tengteng
Target: Faculty of the University of the Philippines, Diliman
There are over half a million stray animals in the Philippines, and this is the story of just one of them. Tengteng was a month-old stray kitten who lived precariously on the grounds of the University of the Philippines at Diliman. Those who knew her spoke of a kitten who benefited from random acts of kindness including handouts of food, water, even a new collar to make herself look pretty. She enjoyed fleeting but happy moments with students who gave her a scratch or two, a tummy rub, and pats on her head. The only known photograghs of Tengten are the ones you see on this site. One can say that Tengteng was not as hard up as other strays in the Philippines, but she was without a regular source of food, a home and a family to protect her.
Tengteng, like all animals, was God's child. But her life came to an abrupt end when on April 13th a second year physics student named Joseph Carlo Candare took her life and bragged about it on the web. On his blog entry for that day, Mr. Candare mockingly called Tengteng's death " an accidental Crime." However, by other accounts, Tengteng's killing was a deliberate and blood-thirsty attack fueled by Mr. Candare's visceral and sadistic hatred of cats.
How much hate, you might ask?
Mr. Candare was described as taking a running start, leaping into the air, and then landing on Tengteng with the full force of his weight and momentum. Tengteng, who could not have weighed more than two pounds, was crushed under the grown man's weight. This was a conscious act, and Mr. Candare had ample opportunities to change his mind. Whatever life was left in Tengteng's body, the last few ounces of strength she had, enabled her to seek shelter in a hovel where she ultimately died moments later, alone. The imagery is horrifying, but we have been spared the deathly sounds that must have been blood-curdling. The agonizing scream of a kitten, the crushing of her bones, the taunting of the victor over the vanquished, it was a triumphant moment for one but unnecessarily tragic for another.
Why should we care?
Some have argued that we care too much about a kitten who did not belong to anyone. Some said tha there are many strays; why care about this one? All animals deserve respect. When we disrespect an animal, that says more about us than the animal. It is not how many animals are abused, but it is the knowledge that a most heinous crime was committed on a defenseless and sentient being that behooves us to act. Such acts, however singular, offends our sense of decency and righteousness. If there is one abused animal, then that is one too many. When we are confronted by cruelty, we must address it. Acts of abject cruelty towards animals, like Tengteng's killing, are simply unacceptable. It is up to the enlightened and the compassionate to stand up and speak in behalf of those on the receiving end of humankind's brute force.
Why take my word for it?
You do not have to. I am reproducing Mr. Candare's blog entry for your perusal. Here, you can read his own words, his self-confession as a serial killer of cats, his disingenuous pang of conscience, and his not-so-veiled threat to kill more in a month ( English translation in brackets) :
"An Accidental Crime. First day sa supercon. Lunch time came. On our way out of old NIP I saw the cat I almost killed last Tuesday. Now everyone knows I hate cats. It's an unexplainable feeling towards them. Like some internal hatred. Hindi ko talaga alam kung bakit pero anumang pagpipigil sa sarili ay hindi sapat upang mapangibabawan ang panggigil ko sa mga pusa. [ I don't really know why my self-control is not enough to overcome my hatred of cats ] I pulled it on its tail and threw it. Then like some pro wrestler I jumped on it and my feet landed on it's torso. Slam! Felt good! But the cat didn't die, well not yet. It ran for its life and just as I was about to catch up on it somebody yelled: " Pwede bang pabayaan mo yung pusa?!" [ Can you leave the cat alone? ]. It was instant and involuntary. I stopped on my tracks. Nobody ever stopped me when assaulting cats. Well I guess there's always a first time for everything. The cat got away. Or at least that's what i thought. So we went to lunch Mel, Jayson, Tracy and me. After lunch, balik na sa kung anumang naiwang gawain [ we went back to whatever unfinished work we had ]. Then Tracy and Mel told me " Hui Jc napatay mo yung pusa" [ Hey, JC, you killed that cat ]. Hours later, habang abala sa XRD [ while busy at XRD ], a guy came in. Tanong niya: " Sinong pumatay dun sa pusa?" [ He asked, who killed that cat? ] Bang! Dat was me boi. Guilty as charged. I didn't see it die pero sabi ni Myles [ but Myles said ] it coughed up blood or at least something like that daw. Didn't realize I gave it a fatal hit. This isn't the first time I've killed a cat but this time it's different. It didn't occur to me back then that the cat had a leash. So I think somebody owns it. Well it's very well loved in NIP from what I heard and I just ended it's life. So there you go I'm sorry. And I wont be striking another one for maybe about a month. It feels good when your beating it(a cat) up but you suddenly feel something strange when it turns off permanently. That's how I feel right now. And maybe for the next days. Dang, am I a cat serial killer? "
To Whom Should We Appeal?
We are appealing to the high officials of the University of the Philippines at Diliman (U.P.) namely Dr. Sergio Cao, Chancellor of UP, Dr. Arnel Salvador, Director of the National Institute of Physics at UP, and to Dr. Caesar Saloma, Dean of the College of Science UP.
These gentlemen, in their respective capacities, have the authority to set things right at the university. They can condemn, reject, and punish those who practice animal cruelty within the ranks of the university. They are gatekeepers to the long and illustrious history of the university. The conduct and safety of the student body are under their purview. We, therefore, are calling upon these gentlemen to apply the only just and appropriate punishment for Mr. Candare which is immediate expulsion from the university and to assist in seeking proper medical attention for Mr. Candare.
I am asking for one thousand signatures. If you agree with the spirit of this petition, please sign it and offer your opinion for the benefit of these learned gentlemen. I will post updates when new developments occur. I thank you for helping engender a more compassionate Filipino society.
Addenda: There were questions about criminal charges. The Philippine Animal Welfare Society (PAWS) is in the process of gathering affidavits from eye-witnesses. Yes, Mr. Candare violated the provisions of the Philippine Animal Welfare Act, Republic Act 8485. PAWS' volunteer lawyer will be mapping our their legal case against Mr. Candare.
05/02/09 I had Mr. Candare's name as John C. Candare in the initial post because he presented himself as such on another blog, but someone corrected me. His real name is Joseph Carlo Candare.
05/02/09 You may express your outrage but please no personal threats against Mr. Candare. I have to submit this petition to UP officials, and I want it fair and clean. Substantive comments will greatly help the impact of this petition. Thanks.
|Friday, July 4th, 2008|
Snakes - They're Not As Slithery As Some People I Know
Snakes - They're Not As Slithery As Some People I Know
by: Robert W. Benjamin
When I was a youngster growing up in the 1960's and early 70's, I was lucky that we lived on a farm out in the country. One of the favorite pastimes I had, was going hunting for snakes on a nice warm sunny day. Living on the farm, was like living in 'snake heaven'. We had copperheads, milk snakes, grass snakes, black snakes, and garter snakes. We heard of rattlers living up in the hills or nearby places, but I never saw one while growing up.
I would find myself an old burlap bag or feed sack out in the barn, and head up the road a short distance. Along the sidehill near our farm were numerous rocks. I would locate a nice rather large flat rock that was not pressed into the ground, or one that was held above the ground by other rocks under it. Carefully I would grasp the rock, trying not to let my fingers reach under it, you never knew what might be hiding beneath it, ready to attack. One of the easiest ways to get bitten by a snake is to pick up a rock and have your fingers reaching underneath it, the snake can see your fingers, but you cannot see the snake, and in one fast strike you could find yourself heading to the Hospital.
Once I safely grasped the rock I would slowly turn it over and look under it, if there was a snake there it would do one of two things. Either it would rapidly try to flee and slither away and become lost in the nearby rocks and weeds, or it would coil up and try to defend it's self. Once I identified the snake as a non-poisonous type, I would spring into action, you see I thought of myself as the master snake handler at the time. The truth is, I was and still am a wacky person, I mean who in there right mind, loved playing with snakes and toads, and I still do today as a middle aged man. I will still go out of my way to not harm a snake or toad if I see one while mowing the grass or driving a vehicle.
Anyway, let's get back to catching the snakes. As I lifted the rock, if I identified the snake as being poisonous, like a copperhead, I would just slowly lower the rock back down on the snake, and leave it be. If I saw that it was a non-poisonous variety, I would try to step on it, not enough to hurt it, but just enough to prevent it from escaping. Then I would slowly maneuver my sneaker or foot until the snakes head was visible. Then I would reach down and carefully grasp the back of the head or neck area, holding the snake there, it could not strike me and was powerless. It would often wrap it's body around my wrist or arm if it was a large snake, but it was still powerless, and the snakes that lived where I did, were not very strong when it came to constricting. Once I caught the snake I would put him into the bag I had with me, then I would hunt for a couple more, you see one snake is good, two or three to play with is, great!
Once I had a nice bunch of snakes I would head back home, and shake them all into a large box I had. There I would sit and admire my prized collection. I would have my dad or brother come and see them, often I would show them to my friends that lived in the area. When I was a young kid, my best friend was a neighbor boy named 'Johnny Brennan, he loved snakes as much as I did, at the time anyway, and sometimes we would go on snake hunts together. My Dad seemed to like the things, he would sometimes ask to see one, and he would sit and hold it, or look into the box of snakes, laugh, shake his head and walk away. Mom on the other hand, hated and feared the things. She was always afraid of getting bit and killed by a snake, and she always made me keep them outside of the house.
So as you can probably tell, I loved snakes, they were one of the joys of growing up as a young boy. Now I will tell you some of the great benefits that all of us humans get from having snakes around. In all of North America, did you know that out of all the species of snakes that live here, only 4 are poisonous and can cause death to humans, these are the; Cottonmouth 'Water Moccasin', Coral Snake, Copperhead, and Rattlesnakes. The four poisonous species of snakes that live in North America only bite if they are approached, stepped on, attacked or annoyed greatly. The thing to learn is 'leave them alone and they will usually leave you alone'.
Do you like mice or rats ? How do you feel about having mice and rats coming inside your house or apartment in the cold winter months ? I bet you hate them, and you hate having them visit you inside your home and apartment. Every time a snake is killed, that leaves a hundred mice and other rodents that can invade your house and apartment. The only reason a snake would even be found near your home, is because there is a good supply of rodents nearby for it to eat. Snakes not only eat and control the mouse and rat population, they also eat worms, insects, and lizards, beetles and spiders, and yes an occasional toad.
Now that you know about the benefits of snakes, maybe you will think more highly of them the next time you see one. How would you feel if you were a snake or toad, and every time someone saw you slithering by, they tried to chop your head off with a hoe, or if they saw you hopping by they said "Don't touch that nasty toad, it will give you warts!". I think the creatures need the love and respect they deserve. Remember the joy that snakes gave one young boy as he was growing up, and think of all the nasty mice and rodents they keep under control.
Is a fear of snakes stopping you from starting your own Lawn Mowing Business ? From reading this article, you should now have a better feeling towards them. Maybe it's time you started that business you have been dreaming about. Did you know that there is computer software that is made just for a lawn mowing business, the software is called: ' Lawn Mowing Business ', you can read the details and download a trial version of it for free at this website address:
By Robert W. Benjamin
Copyright © 2006
You may publish this article in your ezine, newsletter on your web site as long as it is reprinted in its entirety and without modification except for formatting needs or grammar corrections.
|Monday, June 23rd, 2008|
Another Kind of Horse Brand: Business Branding in Equine Marketing
Another Kind of Horse Brand: Business Branding in Equine Marketing
by: I. M. Andrews
It's winter time, the breed inspection season has come and gone in North America, and along with it branding season.
Branding season for horses--NOT for horse BUSINESSES.
If you have any business or marketing background, or have done any reading on the subject, you have heard of branding in the business context. Let's take a look at what that actually is.
Brands on horses and other livestock in the Old West showed ownership. There was some level of claiming recognition for owning a quality animal, but primarily the point was to keep livestock from being stolen. Branding helped to legally retrieve stolen livestock.
In Europe, brands on horses were not an indication of personal ownership, but rather indicated the horses' affiliations with one of the regional registries.
That idea, which is behind modern-day branding of horses in European-affiliated breeds and some of the other breeds in North America is closer to the concept of business branding. In fact, it IS business branding for the individual horse breed.
So What is Branding Exactly?
It isn't a string of freeze-branded symbols or a set of moose antlers or other breed symbol. Those are likened to a business logo or trademark, but those things aren't brands in the business sense, either.
A brand on a horse signifies everything the breed represents: the quality, history, performance record, origin, and so on. A horse that carries a breed's brand mark ostensibly possesses all of the attributes of the breed, and is theoretically capable of performing to the standard established by that breed association. For example, when you see a horse with a Holsteiner brand (assuming you have familiarity with the mark), you recognize the horse as a Holsteiner. You immediately know a little bit about the horse's lineage, background, and the kinds of activities it might be good at.
That is why some registries require a physical inspection and approval of the individual horse before giving it a brand--the branded horse is a representative of the breed's identity, a walking advertisement. It makes sense for the breed organization to want to control the quality of those advertisements.
Likewise, a brand is the embodiment of all the information connected with a product or service. A brand typically includes a name, logo, and other visual elements and encompasses the set of expectations associated with a product or service which typicaly arise in the minds of people. (reference: wikipedia.org).
Logos and such--like brand marks--are a shorthand symbol for the brand. Those marks are meaningless until the brand is built.
Build Your Brand from the Ground Up:
As Chevy Chase's character, Ty Webb, says in Caddyshack, "Be the ball." Live the brand. Branding is everything you and your business represents. You establish a brand through the quality of your horses, your competitive record, the standard of service you provide to your clients, the manner of your business dealings, trust, your reputation. A brand is a business' identity. Consistency in all of these elements builds a brand.
Paradoxically, I am on the fence about whether to brand horses or not. Maybe just the bunny-hugger in my personality coming out, but I think branding hurts the animal.
For your horse business, definitely, branding shouldn't hurt. It might take a little mental stretching to grasp the concept, but the actual establishment and building of your brand need not be painful.
But one thing is certain: There is no end to the branding season for businesses!
|Friday, June 20th, 2008|
Dog Treat Ingredients To Avoid
Dog Treat Ingredients To Avoid
by: Todd Jones
There are many websites on the Internet that provide access to dog treat recipes. Many of these recipes are excellent resources for providing your dogs with healthy treats that are affordable and nutritious. As with any information that you find on the Internet, however, you should do quite a bit of your own research before using any of the dog treat recipes. This research should include ensuring that each of the ingredients is not harmful to your dog. This is necessary because many ingredients that we would not consider harmful could cause irreversible health problems and even fatalities in dogs.
Raisins are one example of an ingredient that should be avoided in dog treat recipes. Both grapes and raisins have been known to cause renal failure in dogs. Although one or two grapes may not be cause for concern, these products should be avoided in dog treat recipes and you should seek veterinary intervention if your dog ingests either grapes or raisins.
Onions are another such ingredient that should never be included in dog treat recipes. Many people make the mistake of thinking that onion is a great flavor for dog treats but ingesting onions even in small doses can make dogs susceptible to a certain type of anemia. Smaller dogs are especially prone to this anemia after ingesting onions.
Before following dog treat recipes, it is important to review the ingredients to ensure that each one is safe for consumption by dogs. It is important to note that seemingly harmless ingredients can be toxic when consumed by dogs. Ok. Buying a Turtle
|Monday, June 9th, 2008|
How To Avoid Bad Doggy Behavior, And Teach Your Puppy Some Manners
How To Avoid Bad Doggy Behavior, And Teach Your Puppy Some Manners
by: Niall Kennedy
A poorly trained dog can embarrass its owner and offend other people - or even make them feel threatened.
Teaching your dog some manners is just common-sense. You did it with your children and your parents did it with you. If you had never learned right from wrong you would be behaving badly so why expect to be able to raise a dog without any coaching? He has lots to learn.
There's a popular saying among dog trainers: "There's no such thing as a bad dog." While that may be true, any trainer will admit that there are dogs with very bad habits. When a dog acts or reacts to a situation in a way that has a negative impact on her owner or others, the behavior is considered to be "bad." Yet, to the dog, it's just what she does. Stopping bad behavior requires training to give the dog a new behavior, or habit.
One of the most common bad behaviors is jumping up on people. This habit is established when a dog is a puppy. Puppies jump at their mother to get her attention so she will feed them. Dog owners find it adorable that their puppy works so hard to get their attention as she jumps. The naive owners come down to the dog's level or pick the puppy up, not realizing they have just rewarded the dog for jumping and barking. A sharp 'NO' will stop the jumping. Also, ignore the dog and avoid eye contact when she jumps to discourage such behavior.
Unfortunately, behavior that is cute in a puppy often becomes annoying in an adult dog. Large dogs that jump on people for attention easily knock down and accidentally injure children and older people. Small dogs have less ability to injure someone, but usually dirty clothes and snag stockings. In both cases, while you might not mind your dog jumping up on you, other people probably don't feel the same way. Training your dog to sit to be petted is the easiest way to break the jumping habit. To help her develop the "sit for attention" habit, you must ignore her when she jumps on you. You might turn your back or simply walk away. If she follows you, turn quickly and tell her to sit. If she does, pet and praise her. You can reinforce this behavior by having her sit before you put her food bowl down. Every time she sits, she gets a reward of either attention or food. Every time she jumps she gets nothing.
Another sign that your dog has too much energy is chasing cars. A dog's natural instinct is to protect her area, and a car can be seen as a predator. Your dog should be kept securely in the yard when you are not around. When around cars you should keep your dog on a leash. If your dog tries to chase a car give her a sharp yank on the leash and say no. When your dog resists the chance to chase a car, lavish her with praise.
Another unpopular behavior is chewing. Destructive chewing is most often an indication your dog is bored. If your dog chews up the couch cushions or destroys a wicker chair while you are at work, it is probably because she had nothing else to do. If you look up from a book or television to find your dog chewing on your favorite shoes, realize that she is releasing pent-up energy. Give your dog the chance to exercise her body and brain. Plenty of physical exercise will tire her out so that she naps while you relax. Pet supply stores carry a variety of toys that provide mental stimulation-doggie puzzles to keep your pooch busy while you're away. Also, if your dog is a chewer, make sure you give her chewing toys of her own. It is never a good idea to give your dog an old shoe or sock to chew on; she can't tell the difference between your favorites and your discards and they all smell like you.
Using an anti-chew spray such as bitter apple (which dogs hate, and which are available from pet stores) work well. There are certain odors that dogs hate.
Taking these few simple steps will improve your dog's life a great deal.
Introduce Your Puppy To New Situations... And Ensure Good Behaviour For The Rest Of Her Life
Introduce Your Puppy To New Situations... And Ensure Good Behaviour For The Rest Of Her Life
by: Niall Kennedy
They may seem to be bold explorers - sniffing at and mouthing just about anything - but all dogs have an instinctive fear of anything unfamiliar to them. Fear causes stress on the body, which affects long-term health. To help your dog avoid the negative health effects of stress, it is important to socialize her. Socialization is the process of exposing your dog to a wide variety of places, situations, objects and people. A well-socialized dog is a confident, healthy dog that you can take anywhere.
An unsocial dog will attack other dogs, children, vets, and even you.
The things that startle dogs often surprise their owners. Hats, balloons, garden statues, and other mundane things that seem to pose no threat. To your dog, however, it is an unknown. If you are a subdued person, your dog might show fear around a bubbly extrovert. Basically, any situation or object your dog is not accustomed to can create fear and stress in her.
Cornell University College of Vet Medicine suggests that the socialization period lasts up to about 12 weeks (3 months) of age.
So it is best if the socialization process begins when the dog is a puppy. This is a key learning time for dogs, so they become socialized more quickly. However, even older dogs that were not socialized as puppies can reach that confident, relaxed state. Socializing a dog that is more than one year old may take a little longer, but the results are rewarding.
Socializing a dog is a very simple process: take the dog to as many different places as you can. Your dog will pick up on your body language and follow your lead, so it is important for you to act confident and relaxed, especially when your dog hesitates. While you are walking about, stop every so often to pet your dog and talk to her in a happy voice. Naturally, feeding her a treat or two will give her a positive association with the environment.
Here are some quick ideas to try to give your puppy confidence.
Invite friends to meet her. This will help her get used to unfamiliar people.
Take her to the shopping mall, into the park, school play areas to experience new environments.
Introduce the puppy to anything you expect her to use daily - the yard, her leash, stairs.
Since your goal is to give your dog confidence, not traumatize her, never force your dog to accept a person or situation. Respect her feelings, and try again later.
While you are out and about, remember that you are your dog's guardian. Keep an eye out for excited children running towards your dog. A good way to handle this kind of situation is to stop the kids verbally about 10 feet from your dog. Explain to them that your dog is just getting used to new places and new people. Ask them to approach quietly and one at a time so that your dog learns that children are nothing to be afraid of. Letting the children feed your dog a treat is sure to help her learn to accept these high-energy, enthusiastic strangers.
Properly socializing your puppy will ensure the best traits come out in your new pet and you and your pet enjoy your life together.
Good site - How To Train Your Dog To Heel Off The Leash
|Friday, November 2nd, 2007|
Animal Abuse in Ukraine
friends and romance network, the site which is constantly involved in Animal Welfare programs, joins forces with Kiev City Society for the Protection of Animals in protest to the inhumane treatment of animals, abuse and cruelty in Ukraine.
About 156,000 stray cats and dogs are annually hurt, abused and killed in Ukrainian citiesand towns. When caught by the dog catchers, some stray animals are used forpainful experiments.
Stray dogs are often bludgeoned or put to death by electricity or caught using an inhumane poison and sometimes die slow, painful deaths. Instead of putting an animal to sleep with the use of euthanasia (i.e. the act of killing an animal painlessly), the animal service uses dithylinum (suxamethonium chloride), a poison which paralyzes the animal and causes it to die of suffocation in a few hours of agony. There is ample evidence that the poor creatures are still conscious and feel all the pain before they die. It is often the case that animals are beaten with legs and metal sticks, whereupon they are buried or burned alive.
Lots of people witnessed animals being tortured and murdered - little kittens tied up in plastic bags and thrown in the river, people intentionally run stray pets over with their cars, newly born puppies dumped on vacant land without their mother and left them to die.
Stories are endless and make hearts of every Human Being bleed.
Authorities of small Ukrainian communities for ever used and are still using different kind of poison - rat poison and recently they "discovered" a new method of killing stray animals - Isoniazidum (Tubazidum) anti-tuberculosis drug causing cheap, but very slow and painful death
more information is available here: www.MatesMaster.com/petrescue.htmlTo sign a petition to Ukrainian government, please, go tohttp://www.thepetitionsite.com/1/stop-slaughtering-stray-animals-in-ukraine
|Wednesday, June 28th, 2006|
|Wednesday, October 20th, 2004|
starting a shelter
Hey, I just joined. I thought the people in this community might appreciate one of my recent posts.
I'm going to start a no-kill animal shelter. I don't care how many loans I have to take out and how many people I have to hire. I'll do fundraising with all the free time I have. I don't care what it takes. I can't stand the thought of animals being abused, abandoned, left to die, or euthanized at shitty shelters because they don't have enough room, or because the animal is "unadoptable." Every animal is adoptable, but you have to find the right people. There ARE people out there who will take disabled animals, and there ARE people out there who have the patience to train and love an angry animal. These shelters just aren't looking hard enough.
But I can't do this all on my own. I need help, and lots of it. Please, if you can help an any way, even hook me up with some connection you have, let me know. This is what I will need:
1) Someone to help me get it started with a website. I need to advertise as much as I can so I can get more volunteers.
2) People to help me with ideas for and execution of fundraising. I will need a lot of it. Just think, I'll need to lease a building, buy stuff for cages, phone service, collars and leashes, food... and all the other regular bills to pay.
3) A veterinarian who will do work for free or low prices. The animals I bring in will undoubtedly need veterinary care for any preexisting problems, and I will always spay/neuter animals adopted out, because lord knows I don't want MORE homeless animals.
4) Someone who knows something about buildings. I will need to lease a building to use as the shelter, obviously, and I know nothing about what to look for in a "good building" or anything like that.
5) People to help with construction. I'll need to build cages for the animals, of course, to keep them separated.
6) An attorney to guide me through the legal process. Someone who will do it pro-bono. I have to file for incorporation to get taxes exempted, and a bunch of other stuff.
Please please please give me any help you can. I have to do this, and I will. Maybe I'll be Michigan's youngest person to run a shelter.
Even if you have a thought running through your head like "Well, my uncle is a lawyer, but I doubt he would help," tell me. I'm pretty damn good at getting people to help for a worthy cause. So please, anything you can think of, I would really appreciate it.
I'm in Ypsilanti, MI and I'm hoping to have the shelter between here and Lansing.
~Sarah~ Current Mood: determined
|Wednesday, December 18th, 2002|
DAT ALERT/Huge flolloping Alsatian megapuppy
OK, I haven't posted in here for ages, but I've got the urge again...
When I moved into the Penguin House, Andi insisted that his Chinchilla Persian, Bunny, was *not* a dat (doggy cat). He has since been more-or-less persuaded that any cat who is idiotically soppy, has no dignity, lies on her back with all four paws in the air to get attention, and loves being vigorously patted and generally mauled about, IS A DAT.
Let's just say I got the final, clinching piece of evidence this morning when I awoke to the unmistakable sensation of a Chinchilla *licking my hand*. Repeatedly. :)
Later this morning, I had an errand to the post office, which I accepted *very* gladly because the post office has Alsatians. Up until today I'd managed to pat one of them (ludicrously soppy), but the other remained as a mysterious pair of ears behind the counter, so I assumed it was antisocial.
Today the beast revealed itself by hurtling out from behind the counter and launching a lick-attack on another customer. I pulled it off him (not sure if he actually wanted me to rush to his defence, but I wasn't about to let him hog the dog.) To my astonishment, despite being the size of a small donkey, the thing was clearly not much more than a puppy, with that tell-tale puppy coat, loose skin, and enormous paws and bose (Alsatians, like all wolf-like dogs, have huge paws and boses as adults, so you can imagine what they look like when they haven't grown into them :)
Anyway, she (for it was a she) proved to be EVEN SOPPIER than the other one. Kept hurling herself onto her back from a standing start and flashing her pink tummy, writhing around my legs, trying to win the prize for 'Most Alsatian Bose Juice on a Human Face' etc (and by the way, she smelled very distinctly of Worcester Sauce crisps). Then the other one came out and joined in. I basically disappeared under a pile of Alsatians. Every time I think about it I keep grinning. :)
|Thursday, November 7th, 2002|
Odd cat experience
I think Cleo and Bunny are getting to me. Today, during my regular visit to Dog of the Day,
I felt absolutely compelled to click on the thumbnail of this picture and then to stare at it for quite some time with incoherent thoughts like 'buuuuuuuuji' and 'I want to plunge through the monitor and GRAB IT!' running though my head.
This is an experience I normally only get with dog photos. Maybe it's because this looks like the feline equivalent of a black labrador, but I suspect it's also because it looks like Cleo. Andi held Cleo up to the screen to see what she thought of the resemblance. She looked mildly unnerved and stared at the carpet, obviously thinking she'd been caught on candid camera.
Speaking of which, the man with the digicam did not turn up to take photos of the cats as planned, but we're still trying to get him over...
Finally, if you haven't seen it yet, don't miss The Bose-Nug Personality Test!
|Wednesday, November 6th, 2002|
A visit to Cambridge left me pondering the phenomenon of BEGGAR DOGS.
It all started outside Sainsbury's. Two dogs, tied up with bits of old rope. One was black-and-tan with one-up-one-down ears so adorably comical you wondered if they were surgically enhanced. The other was a soft fawn colour with tousled moppy fur that fell winsomely over its eyes. Both had beautiful long muzzles and whippy tails and were immensely friendly, especially the fawn one. It fawned. :)
I've noticed over the years that beggars have the BEST dogs. They clearly select them for maximum cuteness. Well, you would, wouldn't you? I'm sure I'm not the only one who gives more money to beggars with irresistibly gorgeous dogs. It's virtually a business transaction - 20p for a cursory pat, £1 for a prolonged love-in :)
But the question is - where do they get them? Animal shelters usually won't give a dog to someone who's homeless, although in my experience homeless people's dogs tend to be rather well looked after - they usually look much healthier than their owners, plus they're hardly ever left alone and get masses of attention, unlike a lot of middle-class dogs who rattle around an empty house howling and barking from nine to five.
and I reckon they must breed them. Somewhere, behind the facade of a dilapidated squat, using secret breeding techniques passed down among the homeless for hundreds of years, CUTER AND CUTER DOGS ARE BEING CREATED. If the location of this genetic laboratory ever gets discovered by the Kennel Club, classic beggar breeds like the Winsome Mop, the Lopsided Lop, the Pied Beauty and the Long-Nosed Trembler will eclipse the traditional breeds in a single dog generation. A few enterprising beggars will grow rich overnight - the rest will have to go back to mutilating themselves and gibbering about devils, like in the bad old days.
|Thursday, October 31st, 2002|
These things look ridiculously like the stylised cartoon dogs I used to draw in junior school, constructed entirely out of round shapes. Only these are round *and incredibly fluffy* shapes. Serious deep-pile russet fluff. We are literally dealing with giant balls of fur here.
Oh, and then there are the curly tails.
And the blue tongues, one of which flopped out at me during the proceedings. It looked as if the dog had been sucking a fountain pen.
The female was quietly and dignifiedly soppy, like a cat. The male wasn't sure. He kept hovering just out of pat-range until the owner started leading them away, when he had a last-minute change of heart and galumphed back towards me for a pat. And then he had to be dragged away backwards. Both the owner and I were extremely amused by this. :)
|Wednesday, October 30th, 2002|
|Tuesday, October 29th, 2002|
On my way home from the supermarket today I encountered a tiny brown wire-haired perky thing, just out of puppyhood, of no discernible breed. A good old pre-war style Heinz terrier that Just William would have loved.
I happened to have been eating something delicious, so all I had to do was waft my hand in front of the dog and I was rewarded by frantic licking. The owner, who was a very young girl, looked mortified and gave me the usual unnecessary apology. :)
We were waiting at a crossing, and eventually the lights changed, girl moved forward, licking dog stayed put.
"Guinness!" hissed the girl, looking even more embarrassed. "Guinness!
Most of Guinness followed his mistress's voice, but the tip of his tongue remained glued to my hand until the last possible moment. There's nothing like canine cupboard love. :)
Have to say, by the way, I'm delighted at the amount of interest this group is getting. :)
Re the interests list: what is 'scrunging'? It sounds like a sort of Chinese burn, but more furry. And 'flolloping' is self-explanatory I guess. I see 'bipping' and 'rugging' aren't on the list - I'm a keen bipper, myself!
I was going to catpat on my way home and report back. But it was Bad Cat Weather. Raining Bad Cats and Bad Dogs. So I thought I'd trawl through my photos and present....Parrot-patting!
Flamingo Park on the Isle of Wight.
The finger is purplepiano
's. The tongue belongs to the parrot. Parrot tongues are dark, soft and only slightly damp and, when the parrot likes you (or is possibly salt-deficient), are applied liberally to any available human fingertip. After about ten minutes of belly-ticking and being licked, we tried to walk away from the parrot enclosure. But the parrots flew alongside us until we reached the end of it and then clung onto the mesh there and stared pathetically at us until we brought our fingers back. :)( and, hundreds of miles away...Collapse ) Current Mood: salty-fingered
I was in my church directing a rehearsal of a play I wrote, when the vicar came down from his office accompanied by his two black labradors, Oscar and Madonna. I idly pat Oscar and Madonna starts nuzzling me as she wants some attention too - it soon degenerates into an ecstasy of wagging, patting, jumping. With resignation, Father lets go of their leads. Madonna takes a firm hold of Oscar's one and makes him accompany her on a frolic around the stage. More patting...
Oh dear, I'm not really Yves-like enough for this. A pat is a pat is a pat as far as I'm concerned. They're lovely, but not the stuff of lingering descriptions. Perhaps I don't belong her after all...
|Monday, October 28th, 2002|
Our first member has joined while I was still fiddling with the colours! Welcome, ninjakitten
! Current Mood: jubilant
I'm usually more of a catpatter (I have four myself, so it's unavoidable even if I wanted to) but for my first report I have a dog patting!
It was at Village Venture, which is my town's sort of hallowe'en fete downtown, with games and a parade of costumed children and myriad stalls of things to buy, and of course lots of people, one of whom sat on a bench near my little group and had with him a gorgeous black lab/rotweiler mix. The Boy and I gave the pooch copious love, which he appreciated greatly -- he rubbed his bose across my hand after sniffing it, but no licks. He was very rottie-looking, overall, with very shiny black fur, tan markings, and a lovely pink tongue that we saw when he smiled.
We didn't stay as long as we might've as my friend was dressed all in black robes, with black facepaint, felinoid muzzle, and horns, and the dog felt that she was a threat he might need to protect against. He settled down after growling at and half-lunging for her (the lead kept him from doing it fully), but we didn't feel it was wise (or kind) to stay too long as she seemed to make him uneasy, even if the scritches alleviated it for the most part.
I don't have any pictures, but if I have time maybe I'll try to draw one later. Current Mood: cheerful