I love Cesar. He has lots of helpful tips and is also a cutiehead. Using his methods with our pup have stopped her from reacting to neighborhood dogs who bark and lunge from behind gates. She was never agressive but did want to go towards them and pulled really hard and made little barks. Now she glances at them and walks right by, too cool for school.
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I kiss and cuddle my cats, too. At least, as much as they'll let me.
Marie doesn't like to be held, much less kissed. And Max doesn't like to be kissed or head-butted.
We love Cesar, too. Bob is kind of obsessed with him, though neither of us have owned dogs. Exercise, discipline, affection!
Amarna doesn't like to be picked up, so I only do it when I'm going to shove her into her carrier, so she hates it even more! But, she does love to jump on top of me and curl up on my chest for some petting and snoozing, which only lasts for ten minutes tops, and then she's had enough and goes to sit at the end of the couch or on "her" chair.
Do you find yourself wanting to discipline people who annoy you with a quick "shh"? That's my usual side effect from watching Dog Whisperer.
Do you find yourself wanting to discipline people who annoy you with a quick "shh"? That's my usual side effect from watching Dog Whisperer.
That, and a tap on their hindquarters with my foot. Of course, wanting to give someone a boot in the ass has been around long before "The Dog Whisperer"!
Whereas I, semi-vegetarian though I be, learned more about cephalopods, specifically the giant squid, and thought, Fuck it. They're terrifyingly cunning and it's blazingly obvious that they'll not only eat me if they get the chance, they'll PLOT about it first and rub their tentacles together afterwards, cackling with unsettlingly sentient evil glee. I am SO eating them first!!My JZ love knows no known bounds.
I've flirted (in thought, only) with vegetarianism, but have always arrived at the conclusion that those things which are able to eat me would, if given the chance, and those which are unable to eat me would, if given the ability.
Someone needs to tell me to stop googling.
I'm not crazy about veal due to the treatment of the calves, but basically I'm OK with eating anything that lacks the potential to ask me not to in sign language or squirt water on a crowd at Seaworld.
Stop googling, sara.