We love Cesar, too. Bob is kind of obsessed with him, though neither of us have owned dogs. Exercise, discipline, affection!
Xander ,'Touched'
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Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
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.
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.
I have a whole weird cosmology of mostly mystic woo-woo reasons for most of what I don't eat:
Cows and chickens: Painfully stupid, sure, and chickens are apparently also plenty mean to boot, but it's all our fault since we have been systematically breeding them for maximum stupidity and helplessness for generations, and the thought of supporting the whole craxy industry by eating them makes the "humans should be the careful stewards of creation" part of my conscience cringe. Plus, freak-ass statistics like "XXX gallons of water to make a single hamburger" and "XXX hundreds of pounds of grain to make a single steak" and all that.
Wild birds: We've managed to not domesticate them into lolling stuporous masses of waddling cholesterol; can't we just leave them alone?
Veal and lamb: BABY MAMMALS. With the BIG BLINKY EYES and the EYELASHES. BABY MAMMALS.
Rabbits and other small mammalian game: Rabbits might eat humans if they could, but absent-mindedly, not viciously, as a rabbit's chief joy in life besides making more rabbits is chewing on stuff. Gardens, table legs, high-speed internet cables, books, boxes, you name it. They're not malicious about it, they're just madly in love with chewing. Whereas I never chew on anything absentmindedly; I chew with deliberate intent and usually much forethought and anticipation. So chewing on rabbits in a way they'd never chew on me makes me feel guilty. Plus, had a rabbit as a pet and he was the cutest fucking thing in the history of cuteness.
Fish: We're wrecking the oceans and rivers and we've cleverly managed to load up anything that lives longer than an oyster or a scallop with lots of yummy mercury, so they're not only poison, but we basically don't deserve to eat them.
Cephalopods: See above. I don't eat them often, in case their edibility and deliciousness with a nice garlic aioli is just a ruse to get me good and poisoned, but when I do, I eat them remorselessly.
This is why I have never, ever tried to convert a single soul to vegetarianism, because my own brand of it is simultaneously so very splendidly half-assed AND crack-addled.
I'm trying. Of course, now I just want to go home. Now.