Marketing Madness:
Doggy Java (see ad, above) is caffeine free, beef flavored “coffee” for dogs served in a Canine Cappuccino Cup with a Bonescotti Biscuit. No link, as this is stupid, and I am not going to help.
Doggy Java (see ad, above) is caffeine free, beef flavored “coffee” for dogs served in a Canine Cappuccino Cup with a Bonescotti Biscuit. No link, as this is stupid, and I am not going to help.
Jemima Harrison Has a Blog!
It's called (what else??) Pedigree Dogs Exposed. Check it out, especially the video of the bulldog at Discover Dogs and the panic it caused for cover-up queen Caroline Kisko. Excellent.
It's called (what else??) Pedigree Dogs Exposed. Check it out, especially the video of the bulldog at Discover Dogs and the panic it caused for cover-up queen Caroline Kisko. Excellent.
Oldest Bald Eagle?
A roadkill Bald Eagle in New Brunswick, Canada, was banded as a nestling in Maine in June 1977; this makes it the oldest Bald Eagle recorded in the wild at 32 years, 10 months. Another Bald Eagle found dead in Maine lived to be 32 years, 4 months.
879-Pound "Wild Pet" Black Bear Shot By Crossbow Hunter in PA:
A record-breaking 879-pound black bear was legally killed by a crossbow hunter in the Poconos. How did this bear happen to get so big? Apparently it was fed human food almost since birth. The 17-year old bear, named "Bozo" was fed by Leroy Lewis, age 71, and it was shot near the small trailer where Lewis lived. The bear was essentially a tame animal who lived on Italian foods from a local restaurant, as well as donuts and other foods supplied by Lewis. Lewis had been fined for feeding the bear, but he apparently still set out food. The man who shot the bear, David Price, set out to shoot a bear with his three brothers, a cousin and a friend.
Guaranteed:
879-Pound "Wild Pet" Black Bear Shot By Crossbow Hunter in PA:
A record-breaking 879-pound black bear was legally killed by a crossbow hunter in the Poconos. How did this bear happen to get so big? Apparently it was fed human food almost since birth. The 17-year old bear, named "Bozo" was fed by Leroy Lewis, age 71, and it was shot near the small trailer where Lewis lived. The bear was essentially a tame animal who lived on Italian foods from a local restaurant, as well as donuts and other foods supplied by Lewis. Lewis had been fined for feeding the bear, but he apparently still set out food. The man who shot the bear, David Price, set out to shoot a bear with his three brothers, a cousin and a friend.
Guaranteed:
Who has the best warranties? According to Kevin Kelly over at Cool Tools, his readers recommend
Patagonia, REI, LL Bean, Zippo lighters, Sears and Craftsman brand tools, Shimano rods and reels, Gerber Knives and Tools, Victorinox (the makers of Swiss Army knives), Fiskars, Orvis, Columbia Sports Wear, Jansport, North Face, Farberware, Pelican waterproof cases, Leatherman tools, MagLite Flashlights, Eastern Mountain Sports, ESEE Knives, Spyderco Knives, Cross Pens, Costco, C.C. Filson, and Eastpak backpacks. A smart bit of political advice for those who send in 30-year old stuff and want new stuff back: think about the long-term consequences of abusing store policies. "Don't take advantage of good policies. You'll miss them when they're gone."
Fly Like You're Dying:
From MSNBC comes this little statistical conundrum about TSA screenings: The chance of you dying from cancer from the low-level X-rays is about the same as being struck by lightning in any one year.... and about equal to the probability that an airplane will get blown up by a terrorist. Bottom line: You're going to die one day. Pick a method, and go on your way.
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Thanks for the link to Jemima's blog - read the whole thing.
As far as the TSA screenings, the last time I flew out of Edmonton I was last February and I was selected for "additional screening." All of my luggage was inspected and I was basically physically groped by a female inspector. Oddly enough, she didn't ask me to take off my belt, or my shoes, but had me bend over a table so I could show her my soles.
My sister and I laughed about it and I facebooked about it all the way home, about what a joke it was. Funniest thing was I had a pocket knife and two lighters in my luggage in they didn't find any of it (it was unintentional, I generally remember to drop such items before hitting security) - but she knows what kind of bra I wear, I'm sure.
I liked the Israeli air security specialist MSNBC was interviewing who said it was all about communicating with passengers. All passengers have to go through a check in, and while they're in line, security interviews them. They explain why they're asking the questions, what they're doing, what they're looking for, and they are very well trained to look for specific cues.
Suicide bombers are not calm, collected individuals. A trained interviewer will likely pick out such an individual. The person at the ticket counter is also trained to pick up such cues.
People are then interviewed again going through security, and everyone who comes in contact with passengers is trained to recognize odd behaviour.
They have no metal detectors, no xrays. They have an excellent security record.
Personally, I like that we go through metal detectors and xrays (although once, I did get on a plane with a box cutter about two years ago in my back pocket - I swear, unintentional, so I have little faith in even those measures) but the new systems put in place are ridiculous and achieve nothing.
How are you going to feel when it's your daughter you're flying with? Once you're there, you have no choice. If you choose the x-ray and it shows something suspicious, you have to submit to a physical search. If you refuse, you are subject to a fine - and a physical search.
I just don't see how this can be legal.
Welcome to my world. Through no fault of my own I was born in Libya, albeit on an American Air Force base. Still, it says "Libya" as the place of birth on my passport, so I've been getting the full "treatment" for years and years.
Seahorse, long since pissed
You were born at Wheelus? Fancy that. Know it. Actually been to Libya at about the time it was shut down. What a country! Six hours at the border trying to get IN, and my father speaks pretty good Arabic too. No matter -- a xenophobic people the Libyans. They once held a crate of Gingerale at the border for two years -- one year for the word Gin, and one year for the world Ale. Librya is the only North African country I have been to where the desert runs right to the beach without a blade of grass to interfere. Great Roman ruins on that trip though! I was, of course, a small child. Love to do that same trip now -- and keep on going to Cape Town!
P
Yup, born right there at Wheelus. The last time I had to renew my passport I wrote a lengthy letter pleading with them to put Wheelus AFB as my place of birth, but no luck. Though I have a strong desire to go back to Africa, I have little to no desire to visit Libya. I think I'm glad I got out when I did!
Seahorse
Seahorse - once again my apologies for taking over the comments section, but I'm considering working a two year old colt the next time I'm in Saskatchewan.
A friend of my mother's breeds horses (why, I don't know... the going price for a horse in that area is about $50 - a large working horse, say a Clyde mix, goes for about $75).
Anyways, last year I was there and intermingled among her herd. I was worried about them then, becoming wild, at a year old only one would tolerate approach (turns out later he's a favourite because of his colour).
This spring coming up they'll be two or two and half years old, and I usually spend two or three weeks up there around that time.
Now, I've trained and cared for many, many animals. I've cared for and ridden horses for decades. I've never trained one. I've certainly "reminded" one, but never dealt with one from scratch.
The Parelli methods are out (who has that kind of time and money) Roberts for obvious reasons (which you were kind enough to point out to me) and I was wondering if there are some sites or books between now and then that I can study that may help.
Before anyone chimes in, let me say that I am not taking this lightly. As a trainer, I am fully aware that my talents (aside from timing and basic behavioural knowledge) don't mean squat. Mostly, I work with predators. Working with prey - whole other ball game entirely.
I work by instinct, mainly (at the risk of sounding like Mr. Milan) but at the same town I'm not afraid to study my ass off before approaching any new situation - my 700+ title non-fiction library is a testament to that. Whenever possible as well, I like to have a few different methods under my belt so that I have a few tricks to turn to in case something isn't working and I can't pinpoint the "why". Sometimes it's just easier to pointpoint the method, train the behaviour, and then go back to the method to overcome whatever the hesitation was.
Sorry for the recently long (even for me) posts, Patrick. Been laid up sick since May and cabin fever is REALLY getting to me. Since I now have my Amazon books literally coming to me as they're released, I need a new challenge. And why not? It will expand me as a trainer to understand yet another species and their methods of learning/thought processes, and it will hopefully make it easy to find this colt a home.
She's not being MIS-treated where she is now (the woman who owns the herd loves them) but she's not receiving optimal care either as a work animal or a pet. They're more showpieces than anything else. I figure if I can get one or two sold off as pretty horses for farmer's wives to ride, they're likely to improve their state of life.
Anywho, any recommendations (even names!) would be much appreciated. I've come to really respect your opinion on horses, much the way I respect Patrick on Terriers. We don't agree on everything (nor would we want to, I think...lol) but I recognize expertise on a subject when I see it.
(and no, that was not ass-kissing. Even Cesar Millan agrees with me. So there.) :OP
Thanks in advance.
TDH, I'm happy to help as I can. Why don't we take this to email? Find me at seahorse2k @ yahoo. com (take spaces out). Patrick, thanks for the indulgence.
Seahorse
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