Tara ,'Get It Done'
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a dog's mind is thoroughly in the moment...all the time. She can't remember being shot, or abandoned, or any of it.
I'm not sure I buy that. I mean, is there some neurological basis there? Or is it a pet-psychic thing? I've certainly heard the latter say otherwise.
Then again, if my frequent bellows of "DALLAS! NO!" are any indication she can't remember after sixteen frikkin years to stay out of the trash.
Skipping and skimming, going back later. I had to post this.
Looks like they are going to try and make the movie:
Pride and Prejudice and Zombies
I am NEVER going to be done dealing with all of the friend requests on FB, am I? And oh goodness, the OH SO SERIOUS photos of some of the babybats. Bless.Dunno the process of this, but maybe create a GCS "fan of" facebook, and then I think you don't have to accept friends of. And then change your facebook to an all new private account for folks you actually know. I think that's doable.
And then change your facebook to an all new private account for folks you actually know.
Eh, my facebook is entirely public and for promotional purposes, anyway. I just need to go create a custom list of the people I want to read, instead of scrolling through all (good God!) 891 "friends".
I just need to go create a custom list of the people I want to read, instead of scrolling through all (good God!) 891 "friends".
That is a very sane plan.
Could she be skittish about being touched on her nubby because of (1) genuine pain (which the vet has never indicated is a possibility), or (2) because of *our* assumptions about it and subsequent actions (like, hesitance to touch the nubby, etc.), which she then picks up on?
Yes and yes. She may have developed a patterned preference for having her nub left alone and anytime she has shied away from being touched there, YOU were patterned to expect a negative response. It becomes a cyclical thing.
She may not be in physical pain, though it is very difficult to tell such things with out muscle testing technology. For instance, Bartleby had a broken tooth for six months when I got him. I actually brushed exposed pulp without knowing it and he never flinched. I've heard loads of stories like that.
It may be that the skin stretched over the nub is uncomfortable when touched or stretched.
If you were of a mind to, you could train her out of disliking having her nub touched by making every touch a jackpot experience for her. But, unless it is a problem with vets needing access that she denies, I think you could chock it up to, she doesn't like it. Goodness knows, I don't like having MY nub touched. (uninvited, of course)
I really need to do some hardcore reviewing of the clinical research on this subject, but in the meanwhile, I can say that most behaviorists suggest the very strong difference between associative and sense memory.
"My dog hates [fill in the blank] people"...which I hear far too often...is bollocks because dogs have no association of 'what [fill in the blank] people are like.' Not even if such a person abused them in some way. There is simply not enough of the right kind of cortex for that neurological association.
The one exception is persons of diminished capacity who have unbalanced energy whom dogs generally perceive as either threats or targets.
"My dog doesn't like storms" is based on a physical preference that is reinforced by the memory of the humans around them.
It's fascinating stuff that I try to simplify by suggesting that there are certain things we can tell by a dog's behavior and MANY more things that we make assumptions about. When in doubt, take the most practical, least intellectual route and your dog will thank you for it.
Heh. I'm almost done with the second Emily of New Moon book. I just got to a scene where Emily, who wants to be writer, mentions to her teacher that she's been reading Mrs. Hemans' poems. [link] Her teacher tells her that those poems are not of the literary quality that she ought to be filling her mind with, and if she wants to read such stuff, she should just go and read Elsie Dinsmore. (I gave up on Elsie somewhere around the time that she went to the Worlds Fair, when the past several books had basically been spent with the characters sailing up and down the east coast and telling each other about Revolutionary War battles and how good and patriotic they all are, and how all these immigrants aren't really Americans. Also in there was a fairly terrifying scene where a 12-year-old girl was essentially bullied by her father into saying that she accepted Christ.)
London rocks, and if you go to the British Museum, have a cheap lunch or dinner across the street at wagamama (also, the Cartoon Museum is near there)
Also, I recommend either of the Tates, but Tate Modern just a skosh more.
I realize I'm a day late on this discussion, but if someone has some ativan or clonazepam that could use a good home my unemployed uninsured self would cheerfully oblidge.
[Edit: I am giggling at the self-explanitory nature of that sentence. "Why do you think you're having anxiety symptoms again, Trudy?" "Well, if I were to take a wild guess, doctor..."]