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Successfully Adopting a Rescue Dog. Can anyone around here speak dog?
Our pounds and shelters are full of excellent, but misunderstood dogs. By misunderstood I mean most dogs are in the pound because they had owners who could not speak dog. These owners who didn't give the dog what it instinctually needed created a dog with issues. The two main reasons a dog develops issues are lack of exercise and lack of leadership. Humans forget they are dealing with a canine animal and too many times do not give the canine what it needs as that animal; when the dog does not act like that picture-perfect image they had in their minds they assume they "didn't get a good one" and they "get rid" of the dog. That's the bad news. The good news is since dogs live in the moment—meaning they do not dwell in the past or think of the future—it is absolutely possible to take a full grown dog and start over as if it is the first day of the rest of its life. If you do it right, you will see a totally different dog from the owners who dumped the dog at the pound saw.
Your first task is to find the right dog. This is going to take time on your part, and should begin before you even set foot in a shelter. Not every dog is a match for every human family. Decide what size dog you would like. Study the different breeds so when you get to the pound you have a general idea of what a wide variety of breeds are like. There are two main things you should look for: the dog's energy level and the dog's dominancy level. By studying a wide variety of breeds before you get to the pound or shelter you should be able to make a more educated guess as to what type of dog will work for you
For example, if you see a Rhodesian Ridgeback mix and you studied up on this breed you will know that it will be high energy and needs a more dominant owner. You should choose a dog with the same or lower energy level than your own. You also need to take a serious look at your family's personality. Are you the laid-back, not very active type or are you more authority-driven and active? If your family is passive, a dominant dog would be a horrible match for you. If your family is more assertive and can easily provide structure you may be able to handle a more dominant type. If you are a laid-back, like to watch TV type of family then choosing a very high energy dog that needs to go on daily jogs would not be a good match for you.
After you have a good general idea of what types of dogs will work for you and everyone in the house is in agreement about adopting a dog, it is time to start looking at different pounds and rescues for the right match. Do not think that you need to come home with a dog on the first day. If you choose poorly and bring home a dog that does not match your family you may hurt the dog you are trying to save more than you are helping it. Dogs that are repeatedly returned to the pound have a higher rate of being killed. Take your time and choose wisely.
http://www.dogbreedinfo.com/articles/adoptingrescuedog.htm
Fortunate Son
Some folks are born made to wave the flag
Ooh, they're red, white and blue
And when the band plays "Hail to the Chief"
Oh, they point the cannon at you, Lord
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no Senator's son
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one, no
Some folks are born silver spoon in hand
Lord, don't they help themselves, oh
But when the tax men come to the door
Lord, the house look a like a rummage sale, yes
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no millionaire's son, no, no
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one, no
Yeah, some folks inherit star spangled eyes
Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord
And when you ask them, "How much should we give?"
Oh, they only answer, more, more, more, yoh
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no military son
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one, no, no, no
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate son, no, no
{ From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/c/creedence-clearwater-revival-lyrics/fortunate-son-lyrics.html }
An open letter to folks who cannot in good conscience vote for Obama
Leave.
Go spew shit somewhere else.
Obama isn't good enough? He broke a lot of promises? Yeah, what else is new?
You don't have Dennis to kick around any more?
Sorry your ideal candidate isn't running this time. What are you going to do in 2016, bitch and moan again when YOUR candidate isn't running, or the candidate running isn't to your satisfaction?
The sign on the door says DEMOCRATIC Underground, not waffling Underground, not almost a Dem but maybe next time Underground, it's FUCKING DEMOCRATIC UNDERGROUND and Obama is our President.
Fuck.
What is wrong with you. You want Romney? Oh I don't like him and I'm not voting but you should. Whimsy whimsy whimsy.
Bullshit, stop trying to persuade people to your point of view. Either vote for him or go elsewhere and join the freak parade.
Sit on your hands, do it sit it out, but don't come back here preaching your shit to us when you're still unhappy.
Fuck.
Spoiled Romneys.
A LETTER TO MY RESCUER (written by Julile Chadwick )
my body is old my body is weak
I've spent my life in a backyard alone
...The kids are playing in the house
Why can't I come inside
My body is frail my spirit is pale
I've spent my time wandering around alone
Why don't they love me
They did when I was a puppy
My love is strong but what did I do wrong
I would still defend you but you still pretend
You love me and I wonder is this really love
Then the day comes and I'm so happy
We are going for a ride in the car now
Finally you love me - Maybe not so much.
Where are we?
I can smell other dogs I can smell fear
I am scared I am afraid You walk away
Where are you going
I hear what you tell someone
"he got too old,I don't want him anymore"
I am in a cage with other dogs barking
We are all scared we can smell death
We know what lies ahead
When will it be our turn next?
Then a miracle happens
Someone walks past my cage
She stops to give me kisses and love
I think they call her a rescuer
We are all in awe of this person
She says "I'll take this baby out now"
Wow , yay, yipppee I'm getting out
She puts me in her car and takes lots of
What they call "freedom pics"
Im so happy now - getting love, getting hugs
For the very first time someone loves me
Ahh but I see my rescuer crying now
I ask Whats wrong with my eyes
She says to me "I'm so sorry someone failed you"
You see I am very sick and dying
And soon will be going to a place called
The Rainbow Bridge!
Cry not brave rescuer
For you gave me love
You gave me life for the first time
You gave me dignity and a soft bed of my own
You let me come inside and sleep on your bed
I got to eat soft food, and lie my head on your lap!
I even got to watch something called "Animal Planet"
All the love you gave to me
I will take with me whereever I go
All the hugs and belly rubs I will never forget
Just make me one promise dear rescuer
Never give up!
Please continue to save my brothers and Sisters
In a scary place they call the animal shelter
Don't ever doubt yourself that you didn't make a difference
You saved me from the worst fate - dying alone in the shelter
I will forever love you and watch over you like an angel!
Love from the little old dog you rescued!
https://www.facebook.com/home.php#!/photo.php?fbid=3700068341804&set=a.1043475368640.2008593.1278293740&type=1&theater
It bears repeating, the story of Joe six-pack Republican, self-made man
Joe gets up at 6 a.m. and fills his coffeepot with water to prepare his morning coffee. The water is clean and fresh because some tree-hugging liberal fought for minimum water-quality standards.
With his first swallow of coffee, he takes his daily medication. His medications are safe to take because some stupid commie liberal fought to insure their safety and that they work as advertised. All but $10 of his medications are paid for by his employer's medical plan because some liberal union workers fought their employers for paid medical insurance - now Joe gets it too.
He prepares his morning breakfast, bacon and eggs. Joe's bacon is safe to eat because some girlie-man liberal fought for laws to regulate the meat packing industry.
In the morning shower, Joe reaches for his shampoo. His bottle is ...properly labeled with each ingredient and its amount in the total contents because some crybaby liberal fought for his right to know what he was putting on his body and how much it contained.
Joe dresses, walks outside and takes a deep breath. The air he breathes is clean because some environmentalist wacko liberal fought for laws to stop industries from polluting our air.
He walks to the subway station for his government-subsidized ride to work. It saves him considerable money in parking and transportation fees because some fancy-pants liberal fought for affordable public transportation, which gives everyone the opportunity to be a contributor. Joe begins his work day. He has a good job with excellent pay, medical benefits, retirement, paid holidays and vacation because some lazy liberal union members fought and died for these working standards.
Joe's employer pays the same standards because Joe's employer doesn't want his employees to call the union. If Joe is hurt on the job or becomes unemployed, he'll get a worker compensation or unemployment check because some stupid liberal didn't think he should lose his home because of his temporary misfortune.
It is noon and Joe needs to make a bank deposit so he can pay some bills. Joe's deposit is federally insured by the FDIC because some godless liberal wanted to protect Joe's money from unscrupulous bankers who ruined the banking system before the Great Depression.
Joe has to pay his Fannie Mae-underwritten mortgage and his below- market federal student loan because some elitist liberal decided that Joe and the government would be better off if he was educated and earned more money over his lifetime.
Joe is home from work. He plans to visit his father this evening at his farm home in the country. He gets in his car for the drive. His car is among the safest in the world because some America-hating liberal fought for car safety standards. He arrives at his boyhood home. His was the third generation to live in the house financed by the Farmers Home Administration because bankers didn't want to make rural loans. The house didn't have electricity until some big- government liberal stuck his nose where it didn't belong and demanded rural electrification.
He is happy to see his father, who is now retired. His father has Medicare, lives on Social Security and a union pension because some wine- drinking, cheese-eating liberal made sure he could take care of himself so Joe wouldn't have to.
Joe gets back in his car for the ride home, and turns on a radio talk show. The radio host keeps saying that liberals are bad and conservatives are good. He doesn't mention that the beloved Republicans have fought against every protection and benefit Joe enjoys throughout his day. Joe agrees: "We don't need those big-government liberals ruining our lives! After all, I'm a self-made man who believes everyone should take care of themselves, just like I have."
Inside Adam Savage’s Toolbox
Back when I was a professional model-maker at Industrial Light & Magic, my specialty was hard-edged construction—spaceships, miniature sets, and architectural stuff. These objects were sometimes just 12 inches across yet needed enough detail to fill a movie screen. One, for example, was the background I made of the Tipoca City building for the Obi-Wan-Jango Fett fight in episode two of Star Wars.
This work required a fine eye for detail—and tons of tools. By the time I moved to MythBusters in 2003, I had well over 300 items in my model-making kit. (Complete list here.) Of course, I love tools. I also love arranging them, to the point where I came up with a name for my organizing metric: first-order retrievability. It’s a function of two particular parts of my personality.
One: I like to work fast. I despise not having the right tool or, worse, knowing I have it but not being able to find it. It’s a pointless delay that wrecks my pace—and mood.
Two: I’m obsessed with the form of a toolbox. The idea of a portable kit that has everything you might need ignites something inside me. It’s like Batman’s utility belt.
http://www.wired.com/design/2012/08/inside-adam-savages-toolbox/
Akin is the 'pregnancy' the GOP is being forced to carry to term
and they don't like the 'shoe' that's on their other foot.
Sucks to be them.
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