Tag: dogs

White Coat Waste Project: Beyond the Beagles

 

People have been discussing the story of Fauci funding experiments on dogs, which can be rather disturbing. Dogs are wonderful animals, and people do not like to see them suffer. Cruelty toward animals always is undeserved, since animals are not moral agents like we are.

However, this is not sheer cruelty; this is animal experimentation. A massive amount of medical research relies on animal experiments because studies on cells do not capture the whole picture. I honestly do not know if we could safely test new drugs on people without animal studies — it would be much riskier. Animal models behind nearly every medical advance you hear announced in the media.

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A few weeks ago on the Ricochet podcast, the guys were discussing vet bills because their dog ate something it wasn’t used to, this is a constant topic with my new puppy owners. Stop feeding your dog 1, and only 1, dog food its whole life! Let me back up, I raise German Shephard’s on […]

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Pet adoptions or ownership in the United States grew somewhere upwards of 10% during 2020, especially during the pandemic. No surprise there. And pet ownership is huge: 85 million American households have at least one pet, some 67% of homes. Some 13% of people became first-time pet owners in 2020. Among those who adopted a […]

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September 12, 2008 I think our big black lab, Laz, contaminated my breakfast the other day.  I was getting the girls ready for school and when I turned around to my hitherto unattended eggs, there seemed to be significantly less of them.  And when I asked Laz about it, he looked guilty. Preview Open

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The Joy of Puppies

 

We just finished with our second batch of service dog puppies two weeks ago. My wife and I volunteer with an organization called Helping Paws of Minnesota. We have two golden retriever mama dogs, the first one had one litter of 10 puppies and retired for health reasons, and the second is her daughter so we could do it again. Our part is to keep the mama dogs while they wait for nature to align so they can get pregnant, and then keep her healthy until the puppies are eight weeks old. They then go on to work with a volunteer trainer for 2.5 to 3 years.

There is nothing in the world like a batch of puppies, particularly golden retriever pups. They are little balls of fluffy love. The picture above is about seven weeks old; at this point they know what the food dish sounds like, their largest goal is to get out of the pen and explore the house.

Winter puppies are a challenge since they can’t go outside for very long (we’re in the Minneapolis metro area) it needs to be warmer than 15 degrees and they can’t stay out too long. We had one little pup we called Minnie who was one-third the size of her biggest brother at birth. By the time they left, she was half the size of the rest of them. She’s the toughest, smartest one of the bunch and will be a fantastic service dog, but she could only be out for about five minutes before she was shivering. The rest of the crew could be out for up to 45 minutes, but compared to our first batch of pups who were born in April and could spend a couple of hours exhausting themselves outdoors, that wasn’t much.

Thirty-Something

 

I just came across this account of one of my birthdays from when my daughters were little, probably six and seven. I’m not sure where I originally posted it–probably on my old blog–and I have no idea why I backed it up. But I’m glad I did. Although it’s not my birthday, I had a lot of fun unpacking this thirteen-year-old time capsule.

My first birthday present of the morning: I had slept nearly eight hours, without waking up once. It was going to be the busiest of days.

Join Jim and Greg as they welcome the news that a top figure in Iran’s likely nuclear weapons program was targeted and killed and they marvel at how it was done. They also bang their heads against the table as some Trump supporters suggest opposing GOP senators David Perdue and Kelly Loeffler for being insufficiently vocal about the alleged election fraud and believe writing in Trump in the Senate races would send a powerful message. And they groan as the media clearly intends to stay in full Joe Biden cheerleading mode, including one story featuring an animal psychic who says Biden’s dogs are convinced he will be a great president.

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Haiku, unrhymed poetic form consisting of 17 syllables arranged in three lines of 5, 7, and 5 syllables respectively. The haiku first emerged in Japanese literature during the 17th century, as a terse reaction to elaborate poetic traditions, though it did not become known by the name haiku until the 19th century. –Encyclopedia Brittanica……………………………………An example:Toward […]

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Who’s a Good Dog?

 

“These are the tales the Dogs tell, when the fires burn high and the wind is from the North.” — Clifford Simak, City

The conclusion to the 1957 movie, Old Yeller, has to be among the two or three most heart-rending scenes ever filmed. If you remember the story, Old Yeller, the beloved family dog, fights off a rabid wolf who is attacking the youngest son of the family. During the fight, Old Yeller is badly wounded.

View from a Desert Southwest Street

 

Sitting outside in sunny downtown Mesa, Arizona. I’m following doctor’s orders, getting a ration of sunshine for Vitamin D. So, I sip an iced coffee from Jarrod’s Tea, Coffee, and Gallery.

The Mesa Brew Fest was cancelled, but lots of people are walking and sitting outdoors drinking in each establishment’s designated drinking area, patio, beer garden. Inside, people from teens to 70ish, I estimate, are filling Jarrod’s with needed business. You see, he just knocked a hole in one wall and doubled his floor space. So, he is doing the small business high wire act in a historically tough for business downtown.

Puppy Love

 

I didn’t get this posted for Valentine’s Day because I was out of town, but it’s too fun not to share. Every year I send out Valentine’s postcards to friends and family with an illustration done by one of my children. This year, my new daughter-in-law did the honors. I was hesitant to ask at first, but she seemed excited to be included in this family tradition. After years of asking my sons to remember to marry someone who would like me, I feel very blessed that (so far) they have listened! The dog in the illustration is my six-year-old puppy Inigo.

Latest Scandal: Trump Shares ‘Faked’ Image of Hero Dog

 

One of the DC press corps’ constant demands is that they be taken seriously. Very seriously. This would be easier if the journalists in question took their work seriously. The latest silliness was the media’s reaction to a lighthearted Photoshop Donald Trump shared on social media Wednesday.

The President noticed the bipartisan celebration of the service dog who helped take down al-Baghdadi, so he joined in on the fun. Originally created by the Daily Wire, the image showed Trump placing a paw-print medal over the heroic Belgian Malinois with the caption “AMERICAN HERO!”

Super-serious journalists were shocked.

Raining Cats and Dogs: Bob and Me

 

When Marie and I sat down in the doggie greeting room at the Portland Humane Society, a little light-brown mutt with short legs and a smile on his face trotted in and adopted us.

Bob the dog had been just a few days from being euthanized in a shelter in Fresno, California, when the Portland Humane Society, a no-kill shelter, told Fresno that it would take in a few of their dogs. Bob was in that lucky lot.

It’s Raining Cats and Dogs! Not Messing!

 

The veterinarian finished his examination of the three-legged, short-tailed, grey and white cat with one blue eye and one green eye, shook his head wonderingly, and looked over at her owner.

“Don’t you have any normal pets?” he inquired.

“Actually, no,” I replied.

I Cut the Cord

 

After threatening to do so for the better part of a year, I finally cut the cord yesterday. I mostly held on this long because of sports. With the exception of a few programs I watch with the girlfriend, or in some cases drink scotch and tolerate, all I watch is sports. I had an irrational fear that I would miss coverage of The Masters, US Open, or football. I should also mention my dog Norman watches The Golf Channel all day while I am at work. So I spent numerous mornings researching and became convinced Hulu Live was the right mix.

Still, I did not make the move. I decided I would downgrade to basic cable first — incrementalism people! I logged into my cable account where I was promptly asked if I wanted to upgrade with HBO. I then looked for how to change my services — it was nowhere to be found. They were ready and willing with a “team member” available to chat if I wanted to upgrade. So, I clicked yes, assuming if they could add services they could also take services away. Wrong. “That is not my department.”

Bob Is in Thrall to a Treat-Dispensing Device Called Dogness

 

There may be a lesson in human behavior from the addiction of Bob the dog to a device called Dogness. Or maybe not. Actually, I’m not sure I’ll find a moral before I end this post. Wish me luck.

Marie and I will be taking a cruise around the Mediterranean in a couple of months, and I wanted to give Bob some comfort while we’re gone. He’s a terribly needy dog with a severe case of separation anxiety. The lady across the street is going to come to the house twice a day to look to Bob while we’re gone, but I know Bob will still miss us. To ease his distress, then, I bought Dogness, the treat-dispensing device you see to your right.

Even aboard our ship sailing on the Mediterranean, I can talk to Bob through a speaker on the device (“Hi Bob! Good dog”), dispense a treat or two, and take a photo or video.