You’re Not….Voting?

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 I swear to all that’s holy…. if I hear ONE more person of ANY age but especially a young age (under 40) and ESPECIALLY young WOMEN that:
1) they are not gong to vote “because it’s all rigged” or
2) voting is stupid, “it doesn’t matter,” etc. etc. etc.
3) I’m too busy to bother….
I say: Quit posting your political stuff on your Facebook wall since you’re not going to exercise your RIGHT as a Citizen to Anywhere in the world that has voting, you hypocrite!
I say: Young Women, your grandmothers or great-grandmothers remember when they couldn’t vote because they were women.  You represent 49% of the population and less than 50% of you vote.? Talk about dumb broads!  Saudi women were just granted the right to vote in 2011.  And you American gals don’t VOTE?  Are you nuts?
Even if you don’t vote for candidates, there are always other things on the ballot that might MATTER to you!  Like a levy, bill, or issue.  Then when you wonder why you can’t smoke your cigarettes outside your own home or your taxes went up or your school closed because the levy didn’t pass, I’ll tell you why. You didn’t VOTE.
QYB and get your butt out the door and VOTE!

Cesar Milan, Again?

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Here is the article in question:

I can see where the writer is coming from in so many respects of this article and I agree with much of it even though (by the way) it IS an old article.  Note the episodes he references. While everyone is flailing away at BAD Cesar Milan did anyone miss something huge in this article?  
 
The part that said “compulsive” behaviors are always neurological? 
 
To quote:
The last episode (compulsive disorder) is particularly unsettling because compulsive disorder is related to an imbalance in neurotransmitter levels or receptors, and is therefore unequivocally a medical condition.
 
Unequivocally? Really? That means (in the abjective form): 
Admitting of no doubt or misunderstanding; clear and unambiguous
 
To that I reply: Horse Manure.  A lot of “compulsive” behaviors are learned or created due to lack of exercise or some kind of positive interaction.  Like tail chasing etc.   Excuse me, Mr. Expert, so all puppy mill dogs who might circle incessantly or exhibit other compulsive behavior, they ALL have a “medical condition?”  How about they’ve never been out of a CRATE?
 
If all compulsive behaviors were due to bad brain wiring you’d never cure an animal or help them overcome it, get through it, whatever the latest PC buzz-word is.  In my opinion, it’s a ridiculous blanket assumption.  I don’t care how many vet degrees you’ve got.  Unequivocally?  Well, heck, let’s just nuke the poor dog, he’ll never get better.  
 
I see the veterinary community becoming a lot like human medicine…let’s medicate the heck out of the animals instead of holistic health, training for pet AND owner, etc. etc.  When was the last time you heard a vet that wasn’t some expensive big shot vet saying, “Man, get your dog to a positive dog training class!” or “Go online and look up Clicker Training,” or “You know what your dog’s problem is?  YOU!”  Uh, I think not.  Too bad more don’t. The animals would be better served.
 
I think the writer would have been better off giving some constructive alternatives instead of just criticism, just flaunting his “expertise.”  So do tell us, Doc, how would you handle those three cases??  
 
I’m not saying Cesar’s handling of those three dogs was right, correct or appropriate. Far from.  I’m sorry but it’s like a theater critic who’s never been IN a real show in any capacity pontificating on how crappy Joey’s little theater show was.  How about you get out of your ivory tower, go to Bumflip, Iowa and you help some poor sod work with his tail-chasing dog, Doc?
Oh, here’s a thought…how about if you go around to poor communities, isolated communities and just do a free or low cost seminar helping hands on with troubled dogs and their distraught owners instead of writing articles?
You want someone who’s helping people, look up kikopup on Youtube; she’s doing it for free, although I’m sure she’d appreciate some bread.  Click on the link….
What Cesar Milan has done, right or wrong, agree or disagree, is he’s made desperate dog owners AWARE.  Aware, for good or ill, that there is something out there to help your problem dog.
 
I got news;  when you have a big time dog problem you feel isolated.  Like no one else gets it. That there are no other resources.  I’ve been there.  I have felt truly desperate and alone.  I wept buckets of tears.  I have blamed myself. 
 
Remember in 2005 we didn’t have nearly the resources on YouTube, Facebook etc.  I still get questions about problem animals if I do a program.  Dog classes can be expensive; not that you shouldn’t take them, you should.  But when if you don’t drive like me? Or they’re not anywhere even close to where you live? People still don’t know where to go or whom to turn to. 
 
Agree or disagree on his methods but…face it…..
 
Ten to fifteen years ago, his methods, right or wrong were THE NORM. Is it archaic?  Sure?  Are they still used?  You betcha.  Check out some performance dogs or schutzhund. 
 
Let’s face it too; most of those dogs on his show would have been dumped or killed.  
 
He’s also made people aware that their dog is picking up on their “energy.” It’s going right down the leash. What is so bad about that message?  My first dog teacher told me that in 1993. I’ve had my Positive Training Friends call me out on this all the time!  Three weeks ago was the most recent and they were right!  I know if I’m all weirded out, my dog is going to be too!  It happened three weeks ago!
 
Cesar Milan has also done a lot for Positive Pit Press.  I think, for good or ill, him being on TV with his Daddy dog has done a whole heck of a lot to turn people’s minds away from the Bad Pit Bull Dog Syndrome. You may not like his methods, think them cruel, archaic, whatever….. but for the Pit stuff you all really need to give him some credit.  Just my opinion.  
 
He kind of started the trend of Dog “Training” TV shows and other people, like Victoria Stillwell have run with that in a more positive training approach. He made it viable TV. 
 
Just sayin’

A Walk In The Woods

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By Artie Blue, Aug. 11, 2012
Elke: I stayed home with a giant Kong and bones. Peace.
 
Artie says:
 
Last night I went in the red car in my crate. I was pretty good.
 
We went to the Woods Walking Place and there were a whole bunch of doggies, some I’d never seen before! I barked and got way excited. Mom was telling me to shush and feeding me cheese. I was excited to see my friends, Oreo, McKinley and Dudders. We are the 4 Musketeers, Mom says.
 
We went for a walk by the lake for a while and then we came back to the parking lot and I saw Momma Jen and her 2 doggies that I know, Tovah and Shay! “HIiiiiii guys! Memeber me?“I barked!
 
Then some people went one way and a whole bunch of us went the other into the wood part. A lady named Kelly was holding her little doggie in her arms. “Why are you doing that?” I wondered!! “Is your doggie a toy?” She is a puppy named Molly, maybe her mommy was worried about her.
 
As we were running through the woods, one white dog decided she didn’t like what I was doing that AT ALL! Maybe she’s a fun cop.  She pounced on me, held me down and growled at me and all the humans were not happy.  Mom and Auntie Gayle were worried about me.
 
Finally we settled down for a good walk! Me and Mom were way ahead for a while there with Dudders and his mom. But we kept on having to ask Uncle Ray where to go…..
 
We came to a pond and Tovah and Shay and I went for a serious swim. Mommy and Dad said Tovah’s trying out for the Lympic Swimming Team! Then Oreo and Kinners were in the pond, running around and my friend, Dudders was barking and running at all of us on the shore! I bet he wants to play but he doesn’t know how yet.
 
Me and Tovah and Shay ran through the woods. Wheeeee! It was fun! I was chasing Tovah! When Tovah runs towards the humans, Mom stands by a tree! Tovah sure is fast and she’s way bigger than me. Mom said, “I know Rotts, she might bump into me!” but she was laughing about it!  She likes Tovah’s kind of dog.
 
It was a long walk and when we were at the car, the sun was setting in the sky. Mom put bicycling blinky lights on my harness so I could be seen cuz I am the color of the woods!  
 
After our walk we went back to Auntie Gayle’s house.  Oreo and Kinners were there, of course cuz that’s where they live.  I walked in like I own the joint.  The little puppy, Molly was there and Auntie told Momma Jen to bring in Shay and Tovah. I think Momma Jen was surprised that her doggies could come in too.  The humans played games with a little white ball and paddles on a table and Tovah kept trying to eat the ball.  Dad was yelling at her because she didn’t want to drop it.  All us dogs kept trying to get the food cuz it smelled sooooooo good.  I finally laid down.  Us dogs would sniff little Molly but nobody bothered her. 
 
Mom says it was so nice that everybody got along so nicely.  Even Tovah would sometimes rest for a minute.  Me and Shay (cuz we’re herding dogs), we were kind of busy cuz we wanted everyone to relax!  The humans talked and ate and played games.  Mom had fun; she loves that kind of stuff and she kept on thanking Dad for such a nice evening as I was falling asleep in my crate in the car. 
 
Elke: You smell funny.  Where have you been?

Need To See A Specialist? Good Luck With That.

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Arrrrgh! Doctors’ offices!
You think they could expedite a visit to a specialist.  but, nooooo.  Of course not.  Fluid in your ears? Vertigo? Again? That cough that won’t go away?
Well, one of the doctors (not your doctor) in our practice can see you today.  (Well, whoopee-dee-fkg-do!)  What’s he going to do, stick a band-aid on his ear?  Prescribe more stupid antibiotics?  Yeah, like that’s helped already.  Not.  All it does is keeps the SU off his meds that help with his pain and make him crankier than a crocodile.
“No, I need the Doc to get my SU into a SPECIALIST.  An ENT doctor.”
“No, uh, I/we can’t do that.”  (Are you kidding me? It’s a fkg phone call.  You pick up the damn phone.)
“No, I/we can’t do that.  You could go to the ER.”
“Oh, yeah, so they can bill us $1000+ to tell us (DUH) we need to see an ENT?  But, hey, can THEY get us in today, tomorrow?”
At the ER: “Uh……no…….you have to make an “follow up” appt.  What the hell is that???”
So to circumvent this continual loop of stupidity, I start calling ENTs.  “We’re booking 6 weeks out.”
“This is important.  Vertigo.  Fluid in the ears. Person should NOT be in car driving with vertigo…..”
“Well, we can put you on our cancellation list.”  Who do I shoot today to get an appt.?
I called every ENT office in the Akron area.  Even Children’s Hospital. Not one can see anyone today, tomorrow or for weeks.  I even cried on the phone.
So now, I’m in the Cleveland Clinic loop……
This has nothing to do with nationalized health care or any of that other political crap. because trust me WITH nationalized health care, what you all don’t realize that if it’s something big or requiring a specialist, you’ll be put on a waiting list.
And it has nothing to do with going to the ER, which by the way unless you’re bleeding, sucks too.   Broken arm, broken leg?  It hasn’t punctured the skin?  Have to wait to see a bone guy, to have it set.  And why do you not have an orthopedic surgeon on call so you can get your bone set?
It has EVERYTHING to with scheduling. Over-scheduling.
I am so pissed.
The SU says, “It’s no big deal.”  If it was no big deal, it would be GONE!  MEN!!!!!!
If our doctor’s office thinks they have heard the last of me, THEY have vertigo.

I Love Tony Bennett

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I love this story my friend Julie told me years ago.
In the late 40s, her parents (children of Hungarian/Polish immigrants) went to a Cleveland club, probably a nightclub, as our parents did in those days. The joint was basically empty, maybe 5 people. A young, short, skinny Italian man with a big nose came out to sing with a combo. They said he was gracious, funny, warm and had a wonderful voice. He invited those 5 people up towards the band stand.
“I”ll sing just for you folks,” he said, with shy charm. He was so wonderful and enjoyable, they wanted him to sing another set. He did. He sang the whole evening even though he really didn’t have to. During his breaks, he’d sit at their table, share some drinks and talk to them about this and that. They fell in love with him. Julie’s mom claimed all her life that she was his First Fan.
His name was Tony Bennett.
I have seen Tony perform live at the Palace Theater in Cleveland. See the picture?  That’s exactly what he does the whole time.  Smiling away, he made me feel I was one of just a few, not a thousand. Intimate. As though I was at that small nightclub decades ago. What an honor!  Seeing TB is like taking a Master Class in how to sing standards.  He acts as though he is just having the best time, that there is no place else he’d rather be that evening.
To meet him, even if just for a moment, would be such a thrill. It’s on my bucket list. Hey, I met Les Paul, the greatest guitar player who ever lived . Who’s to say I couldn’t meet Tony Bennett?? Who’s to say I couldn’t SING with TB?  Stranger things have happened…..

Wrasslin’

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Or “Mia and Marty Go To The Sideshow…er, uh TNA Wrestling.”

 
Professional wrestling (PW) or wrasslin’ or it is commonly known is all show and part sport. It is know, rather jokingly in this household. as Ballet For Guys. Think about what ballet has: music, sets, lighting, stars, a storyline, people in costumes leaping about, lifting each other, showing superb athletic skills and control. In a nutshell, that’s Ballet. Think Swan Lake. Think Nutcracker. Think bored men for centuries who only went to the ballet to check out the babes.
 
Wrasslin’ has all these elements. Loud music, a set (the ring), lighting, a storyline (Guy #1 hates Guy #2 because Guy #1 slept with his girlfriend, etc.), most definitelySTARS who are mostly men in tight shorts, unitards and tightly laced boots showing rather superb athletic skills with mostly fake throws, punches, lifts and smack-downs. Ballet’s “releve” is Wrasslin’s standing on the ropes, posing (see picture). Think movie fighting scenes WITHOUT the Foley art thrown in. There is no sound when they “connect.” Which was really weird because I’ve witnessed real fights and there is a lot of sound. There was a strange hollow, reverberating wood sound when they hit the floor of the ring. Now throw in some REALLY bad acting with Snidely Whiplash type villainy complete with the audience booing and you’ve pretty much got PW.
 
Now my Spousal Unit has been a fan of Wrasslin’ since he was a wee tyke and I mean wee. Every Thursday night, without fail, he gets a pizza and watches Ballet For Guys Or as it’s called in this household, even more jokingly and in a very bad French accent, “Bal-lay Du Geez.” Of course this is grammatically atrocious and quite incorrect but that’s what it’s called here.
 
My S.U. can recite the lineage of PW like an aristocrat can proclaim the generations of his prize-winning horses. He knows which bush leagues these guys (and gals) came up from and the various reiterations of different Wrasslin’ organizations. He used to watch every Monday and Thursday nights. I was beginning to feel like a Wrasslin‘ Widow. Wrasslin’ is on TV all 52 weeks of the year. And then there are the Pay Per Views, which thankfully he doesn’t do unless he knows an equally rabid Wrasslin’ fan and they share the fee. As a result of living with a Wrasslin’ fan I do know some of the bigger stars by name if not sight. Some of the former Wrasslers go on to movie careers (The Rock comes to mind), philanthropic works (Goldberg, who works tirelessly for animals, dogs especially) or even politics.
 
So when TNA announced they were coming to Akron, my SU expressed an wistful interest in going. He scoffed when I said I’d go with him.
 
“You hate wrasslin’!”
 
“Yes but YOU like it and you won’t go by yourself. Besides, it’s live theater. I like….uh, live theater! It’ll be a….(Quick, Mia, think) a…. cultural experience.” So off to the Civic Theater we go!
 
A professional wrestling show? My prurient lookee-lookee inner self rubbed its hands with glee. It could positively be STREWN with People Of Walmart! Think of the possibilities of extraordinary Bad Taste and Tackiness. Why this could be fodder for my evil-twin brain for WEEKS!
 
Other than the really freaky-scary looking dude with the face makeup, more than a few Goth types and (oh, gods help us) the not-even-a-size-14 girl in light colored (pink? blue?) stretchy sequined tank top *(See notes below), the crowd was disappointingly NORMAL looking. Just regular folks. That surprised me. I loved the 12 year old girl behind us while we waited identifying every guy on stage, educating her dad. I loved the guy sitting next to us with his college-aged son wryly admitting to me, “I don’t even know who any of these people ARE.”
 
By paying extra, Marty got autographs from some of the wrestlers. I shook their hands (while filming) and thanked them for coming. I felt eerily as though I were in a receiving line!!
 
While we are waiting, I find out (much to my stunned surprise) that my SU, this huge fan, HAS NEVER SEEN A LIVE SHOW! So it was a honor to be with him and share this experience with him!
 

 
Now to describe live professional wrestling; it’s part circus sideshow, part athletic event, part rock concert (complete with really noisy audience), part badly-acted theater. The merchandising is plentiful, the “sell” is hard. They want you to buy stuff. Think Carnival Barker or Snake Oil Salesman and you’ve got it. The more you buy, the more likely you are to meet one of your heroes up close or have your picture taken with them. The big package was a replica of the World Heavyweight Champion Belt, (in gen-u-ine pleather and some kind of embossed pseudo-metal) for $375.
 
You read that correctly. Three hundred seventy five buckeroos. Oh, but it came with a program and a DVD set, a $500 value total but on sale today, just for this show ONLY! (Think infomerical.)
 
When we got to our seats, a young boy, maybe 12 or so and his parents sat down and had purchased not one but TWO of these packages. Total cost before the candy and soda he was stuffing down his pouty, whiny, ungrateful throat —- $900 including tickets. His parents were more into the event than Junior. I’m sorry, but $900 —- that’s a cruise!! That could be a couple of days in Europe, flight included if you planned it right.
 
All said, I thought it was a fun evening. Not like Comedian Fun but fun. The best fight, from a realistic-looking point of view, were the two women. Marty just assumed from his TV watching they were Amazons. The ladies were quite tiny, under 5’5″ and very pretty. The guys had nice bods and they are all very athletic, all those lifts, throws and prat-falls. It is hokey, fake and a little bit tawdry but it can be dangerous and people have been seriously injured, crippled and killed doing it. I was thrilled that I got to watch Marty enjoying himself, yelling, booing and cheering along with the rest of the crowd.
 
I was rooting for the British guy even though he’s supposed to be a baddie. He had a cool accent.
 
*See the Unwritten Social/Fashion Rules:
People of a Certain Size/Age should NEVER Wear Spandex especially on the upper half of their bodies.
Sequins and Rhinestones, while always appropriate, should be worn In Moderation. Even by Drag Queens.

Artie’s Blog From Yesterday

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Bandanna! Harness! Leash! Car ride! Stopping! Going! Walking in the woods!! So many smells! Elke grumbles, what’s that? Oh big brown animal thing? Far out! More walking! Back in car! Class Place! I smell Clark! I love Clark, where is he? I want to plaaaaay with Clark! Mom, why can’t I play with Clark, you smell like Clark! Did you….pet him?

Mom is walking me around, I don’t have my harness on now, must be Class Time! Smelling stuff, dogs, dogs, I smell dogs! I smell Clark, he peed here, let me pee on Clark’s pee! Ooooh, there is Auntie Kelsey, hihihih, let me jump up on you, auntie! I love you!! I don’t WANNA sit and be good! OK, fiiiiiine. I’ll sit. Humpf.
We go in the Class room! Clark is there! “HI CLARK!!!“
Mom says, “Blooby, you have to be good and calm for Clark!” but I don’t wanna!!! Clark and me, we want to plaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!! Our moms walk us around, my mom is sweet talking me. But me and Clark…we want to have fun! Poopy humans. Our moms walk towards each other, Mom has me on a short leash, talking to me, “Watch Me!”
“But it’s CLAAAARKKKKKKK!! I LOVE CLARK!” We walk around some more and Mom is being firmer, “Artie Blue, Watch ME!” but her voice is still pretty happy. we walk towards each other and mom says “Sittt” I lay down just to mess with her. She shakes hands with Clark’s mommy and another new lady says, “Pass.” Mom takes me outside and we hide from Clark. I don’t know why…..
Then we go back into the room. All my favorite people are there!! Mama Jen who fostered me with her other big doggies, Auntie Kelsey and Auntie Mary Ann and that guy from last week! A new lady is there! She talks to mom, ooooooooh, she’s coming to say hi to ME!!!! “Wheeeee! Hi, lady!! I’m Artie Blue, let me get in your face!!!” Mom turns me around and walks me away and then makes me sit and STAY (I hate stay when there are people around and they might touch me!) The new lady comes up and shakes hands with Mom and I rolled on my back. She messes with my feet and I AM SO EXCITED but I’m pretty good. Well…… for me I’m REALLY good.
Then I had to do the Sit, Down, Stay stuff. When Mom called me, “Artie, Front!” I saw my chance! “Hi everyone! Hi New Guy Friend, Hi Aunties, Mama Jen, I WUFFFF you!“
But…..wait….Nobody pets me, human poopheads. they all turned away from me! Mom made me sit again, STAY (yeah, ok, ok. fine, sucks…). When she called me she was so excited, wow, she made all sorts of crazy squeaky noises and clapped her hands! More fun than every one else!
“Exercise finished, ” said the nice lady. and she took my leash. Mom said “Wait,” and left me.
(I’m having a brain fart, I can’t remember what happened.)
Mom came back and they said, “Congratulations! You passed!”
Passed what? Mom didn’t have a stinky cloud. But she sure was happy; she was playing with me and then everybody was petting me and making a BIG fuss over me! I got so excited I forgot myself and grabbed my leash with my mouth!!
There is a picture Mama Jen took of us! What do the words on it mean??
The people who helped my humans understand me better and help me learn things: http://www.lchaimcanine.com/
And Miss Chris’ who gave me my test, she helps human “get” their doggies too. http://www.woofwisedogtraining.com/

Elke Blogs About A Special Day

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(With some interjections from Artie….)

Mom will never write this correctly. I had best take care of this myself.
(Ah-hem…..woof, woof…..rolling eyes)
 
Yesterday we knew it was That Day. We started knowing it in the afternoon.
Knew what?
 
That it is The Day we go in the car and go to the room with all the Aunties (Jen, Kelsey, Mary Ann with L’Chaim Canine)
Put the link in, stupid. You think I’m such a dolt! I’m a cattledog you know, we’re very smart!
Fine, http://www.lchaimcanine.com/ Happy now?
Gnawing on bone….ignoring you….. sticking tongue out at you….
 
I started getting restless and whining. Now sometimes Mom is a pretty smart human. She got two bandannas with that soothing smell stuff she puts in the car when we go anywhere. We both got really excited when she was tying the bandannas on our necks. And you, BB, were trying to chew yours off.
 
Hey, I don’t do clothes!
 
It’s not clothes, stupid, it’s a FASHION ACCESSORY and “scent carrying device.” I don’t know if it works but it seems to make Mom feel like she’s doing something. Humans seem to have this need to “do something.” Anyway, we settled down after a bit; it’s not like we were out the door. Mom even gave us a little dinner which on The Night she normally doesn’t do. After a while and a little Power Napping, Mom brought our harnesses in! Oh, I was soooo excited! I started squealing!
 
Mom was very calm when she put our harnesses on. BB and I ran to the kitchen door and then the Out Door and back again! Mom took us outside and we ran to the Outside Gate, “We’re ready, we’re going, we’re so READY!”
 
Yeah, you were like stupid excited. What’s with that?
 
But Mom took us in the backyard and started playing ball with you. “That’s not in the program, wuz up, Mom?” I nosed her and jumped up on her, wagging my tail. Mom said, “Elke Louise, I’m not going to pet you if you are being all anxious and weird.” She took us inside and sat on the sofa, reading a book about dogs. I know, I saw the cover. We did finally settle down, but it took me a while.
 
Yeah, Mom kept looking at me. “You better not be chewing that damn harness, Artie!” I waslaying down but when she looks at me I have to get up! It’s a cattledog thing.
 
Mom was pretty calm, she didn’t smell too weird. I kept trying to smoosh myself on her but she wouldn’t pet me. Bummer. She’d say stuff like, “You’re fine, Elke, just chill out!” I have my harness and that bandanna thing on; who is she kidding??? Then…oh my goD, she got our leashes out! I heard them, I heard them!! I started barking, whining. I even did my patented freak-out-shriek too!
Yeah, I got pretty freaky with the leash thing too! I really couldn’t stand myself! You at least sat, what’s with that? Come on, you have to help the humans get the damn thing on you! You know how SLOW they are!
But, here’s the weird part: we didn’t go anywhere. Mom sat on the sofa and read some more from the dog book. She did not smell like wine either but she was not too weird.
Yeah, what was up with that? Maybe if I lay down we’ll go! But then DAD CAME HOME! DAD, DAD! When are we going? Hi dad, hi dad! Hihihihihi!!
 
I know, I LOVE Dad-Man! Anyway, we still didn’t go in the car for a while but then we did. We stopped someplace and we sat in the car for a little bit with all the windows open while Mom and Dad went into the bike shop (I read the sign…). We start going again and Artie is whining—–
 
—–it was YOU!—–
—–was not me, it was YOU! Dad hollered, “Shut up, Artie Blue! Give it a rest!” so yes, it was you.
Wuz not….(grumble-mumble)
 
Was so….Anyway, we knew where we were going! Dad turned up the music. We’re riding along, we’re getting closer, we both started to whine…but, but…..we went past The Class Place. Oh, my goD!! What’s up? We pull into a park-place with lots of trees and Mom got out of the car. She took us for a walk in the woods and I saw a deer way before Mom! I grumbled so she’d know. We peed and you pooped and we walked some more. When we got to The Class Place, we stayed in the car with Dad. For quite a while. Then you left me with Dad. You have to tell what happened then.
I will. It was hard stuff!! Here’s what I wrote: http://miaharted.blogspot.com/2012/07/arties-blog.html
 
Dad took me out of the car and we had a long talk in the parking lot. He stroked my head and rubbed my belly and told me I was a good girl, and he loved me. I just needed to get my head out of my (insert naughty word) Huh? I lick my butt; I can’t get my head up it. Silly Dad! Then I saw Clark with his mommy. “Oooooh, my goD, I’m afraid of you, but I know you, but you’re big, but Ido know you…..Oh goD! I’m so conflicted!!”
 
Clark’s mommy says, “What’s with you, Elke? You don’t even LIKE Clark!” Dad says he hopes maybe I’ll be OK someday with Clark.
 
Claaaaaaaaaaaark! I love CLARK! He’s my play frien—–
 
SHUT UP, Brat Boy! Sheesh!
 
Dad took me into the Class Place and I knew all the people there except the New Lady, Chris. The New Guy from last week was there too. I think Miss Chris might be a dog helper like The Aunties (Jen, Kelsey and Mary Ann). She was so calm and nice. “We’re just doing a run through, right?” she said to Dad. She came over to me and stroked me, touched my feet and my ears so gently. I did the Eye Thing—-
 
—-You always do the Eye Thing! You sucker the humans in with the that whole Eye Thing! The come to see ME and what do you do? The stupid Eye Thing! It’s so poopy and goopy and the humans get all stupid on you! You are such a big ol’ suck-up, you and that whole Eye—–
 
May I continue? (Bone chewing commences.) Thank you. Anyway, Dad does the “Sit, Down, Stay” thing but no Bang. He told me we can’t do “Bang”, not sure why. Then Miss Chris dropped a clip board. Big (insert cuss word here) deal.
 
Oh, yeah, forgot about that. That DID kind of startle me but I sniffed it. It was ok, not like Scary Magazines.
 
Jeez, you are such a putz, BB! Anyway then we had to do Stay. I hate Stays! But Miss Chris said Dad could keep saying it to me so I guessed I better do it! And we did the “Come” Thing too. Ialmost always come when Dad says, “Schmoobeeee-Do!” Right after that, Auntie Kelsey came in the room with a big fluffy merle collie-dog.
 
“Ohmygodohmygodohmygod, a dog! Oh, I’m scared–Bark, woof, garrruff, bark, bark, whine, yip!”
 
But wait, I think I might know that dog. he smells kind of familiar but not, if you know what I mean. I heard Mom say, “I bet she remembers Shay….” (Mom is hiding in the corner, behind Auntie Jen. I don’t know why. It’s not like I don’t KNOW she’s there or anything. Humans. So dumb sometimes.) Dad walks us around the room while Shay-dog is being walked. He keeps getting closer but when he does get close, Auntie Kelsey tell him to lay down. Down isn’t tooooooooo bad. He not so big and scary when he’s down. I KNOW I know him from somewhere. “Sniff, sniff, sniff, the air!” (It’s the Hounds in me.) Finally I think it’s OK for Dad to shake hands with Auntie Kelsey. Shay-dog leaves and Miss Chris says, “Let’s do the leave thing,” and takes my leash. Dad walks to the door and Mom says, “Wait, Schmooby,” and quietly leaves.
 
I can’t remember what happened next, it’s all a blur.
 
You too, huh?
 
Mom and Dad come back and Miss Chris says “You Passed!” Dad is pretty excited (for Dad, that is) and Mom is giving me cheese to eat and people are petting me and loving on me. I even started to cuddle with the New Guy Person and I gave him The Eye. Everyone says I have nice eyes.
 
(Suck-up…..gnawing on bone)
 
Whatever it is, Mom and Dad said they are very proud of me! There is a picture Auntie Jen took of me and Dad. What do the words mean?
 
Here is Miss Chris’ link…she helps dogs and their humans too! Just like my Aunties!
 
 
 
 
 

Breed Prejudice: Getting To The Core

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Here is her picture, via Facebook:
 
Here is the link to the article about her:
 

Anyone who is this vitriolic and this hateful is obviously extremely disturbed and very unhappy in their personal and / or professional life. Should we feel sorry for her? I don’t think so.  Should we be frightened by her? Yes. Her agenda is “pit bulls.”  It could just as easily turn to Blacks, Jews, Gays, the disabled.

 
 And, don’t kid yourself,  everyone, every single human being always has an agenda be it for good or ill.  Even the most saintly folks, like Mother Teresa had an agenda.  Most people also have prejudices too.  For many of us, we are prejudiced against ignorant people.  By definition, Ignorant is: Lacking knowledge or awareness in general; uneducated or unsophisticated.
I’m guilty, mostly because I’m butt-tired of stupidity, laziness and folks not using their heads, not to mention their hearts!
 
There is a way to hammer through any agenda, if  for example,  you’re serving on a theater board, why one member is so resistant to change of any kind.  Ask the hard questions AND DON’T LET THEM SQUIRM OUT OF ANSWERING.  
 
There is a way to get at the core of a hateful, spiteful agenda like hers.
 
The number one question, with a bullet is, “What are you so afraid of?”  That tiny word “so” really gets people.  Hate and aggression; hers, mine or yours is ALWAYS based on Fear.  Always. Distill this woman and you will find Fear raging in her agenda but most importantly in HER core being   like a forest fire in a drought.
 
I ask again: “What are you so afraid of?”
 
Most people will give you a pat answer or their “agenda”. I.E.,  in this female person’s case, “I’m afraid a child will get killed by a ‘pit bull.'”
 
“That was not what I asked.  I asked what are you, specifically and only you, so afraid of?”  This is where interviewers and reporters fail because they don’t push through to the guts, the real stuff. The real agenda.  They get blown off, usually by “it’s not about me.”
Oh yes it is.   Intrinsically, at the core, it’s about her, it’s about me, it’s about you.
And that’s what their interviewees are afraid of and why their PR people make them stop and why they pull out the Attorney Card.  Watch interviewers get cut to the quick when these questions are asked because for most people they are brain and ego busters.  The “suspect” will get out of Dodge as fast as they can.
 
I always ask when I’m given a chance, “Why — and please don’t quote me stats because I can smack you over the head with stats that refute your stats…why (in this case) do YOU want “pit bulls” banned. Not ‘for public good’ or whatever else you think will sound ‘right’ or ‘make good press’ but you personally? Not even because it’s God’s work or I’m doing it for the Lord.  No. What is in it forYOU?  What jollies will you get out of this?”  (Substitute Gays/Lesbians if you like.)
 
When I am in this situation, I am relentless. (Even though I am the Cowardly Lion inside.)  Some of it is my inherent curiosity combined with cutting through the crap because I’m getting older and time is precious blended with, “When it comes to b.s., I’m the Queen of B.S. and I’m smelling yours,” added with a bit of  bloodhound on the trail mixed with a dash of Holmesian “All the clues are falling into place!”  detective work.
 
Now is the time to keep at it, stay calm, dig past the rhetoric and you will the truth is there. Once you see the glimmer of truth, their true ego shining strong or beginning to shatter, you know you’ve got them. You can smell the Fear.  It’s there. 
 
Then you hit them with this question, “So exactly, precisely, what DO you want?”  And I might add, “For your life in general?”  You can also add, “What makes you happy?”  Again, this will distill the agenda because if her happiness is killing animals or gay people, then you know a lot more about her than you ever would have. Know Thine Adversary.  Then you know much more about your “enemy.”  The more negative, ugly rhetoric they can spew. the more wound up they’ll get, the more MISTAKES they’ll make. The advantage: the more positive, learned, up-beat counters you can use in your future plan of attack. Very rarely is the average person equipped with the mental or spiritual wherewithal to withstand this kind of laser pin-point questioning. They will make errors, verbal blunders, angry outbursts.  You know you’re hitting home when they threaten you.
 
Knowledge is power and once you have that, you can figure out a way to counter-attack.  Your job is with calmly yet firmly asked questions to “Boot Camp” them, to break them down to break through.  With prejudice, we must always find the hidden agenda and 99.9% of the time it’s Fear. 
 
People are sure as hell all over what they DON’T want but ask them to be specific about what they DO want and watch their heads spin!!  It’s kind of funny because if you hammer at them with “I didn’t ask what you DON’T want. I asked what you DO want,” most people seriously don’t know.  Even the Average Joe/Jane usually can’t say precisely what they want, for themselves, their lives, their careers etc. 
 
Now this is when it gets tricky because if you haven’t begun to gut them and get to the fear, you have to go back.  In her case, her distilled agenda is probably: I want to see all ‘pit bulls’ dead.  That’s when you flip back to Why? What are you afraid of? and What’s in it for you personally?
As we fight prejudice and racism, whether is BSL, same sex marriage, gay rights, race relations etc. we need to be asking these people like this woman (especially if they are publicly out there) in a public forum, these types of questions.  
 
The counter to fear is love or at the least neutrality.  If you have love, laughter and compassion in your heart  it’s a little easier to be a little kinder to the next animal or person you might encounter. You don’t have to love all “pit bulls” or “gays” or people of a different color but you can learn to see each as an individual.  Human go off on fear-mongering agendas like BSL and gay-bashing because it helps them to avoid looking in the mirror and seeing their own failing, defects and ugliness.  It’s much easier to go off on some tangent than to face your own stuff. 
 
Run that agenda through a dishwasher baby, most of the time it’s all smoke and mirrors and it comes down to they don’t like the person in or behind their own looking glass.  (It goes for us too.)

I Am Lennox

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Today in Belfast, N. Ireland, after a two year court battle and amid world-wide outcries, protests, social media frenzies, petitions, thousands of emails, letters and even death threats, a dog named Lennox was destroyed because of what he looked like.  


DNA tests showed he was a Lab/Staff cross. It didn’t matter. 


The so-called “expert” that “assessed” him was debunked by veterinarians, behaviorists, animal trainers and dog experts world-wide and even in court.  It didn’t matter. 


Lennox’s legacy is he may join the ranks of the Vick(tory) Dogs and Patrick the dog tossed down a garbage chute.  He may be the face of injustice. He may help eventually to end BSL.  If you don’t know what that stands for it’s “Breed Specific Legislation.”


Why does Lennox’s death matter?  Who cares if one more dog dies today?  It’s just a “pit bull” thing, isn’t it? Or maybe a German Shepherd or Doberman or Rottweiler thing.  It doesn’t affect me. it doesn’t affect my dog.  I have a (insert breed or type or size dog here).


Here is why it should really truly matter if you never, ever, EVER own a dog or any pet for that matter for the rest of your earthly existence. It should matter even if you don’t like animals very much.  (I worry about you if that’s the case….)


It matters because The Government came into Lennox’s house, onto his owner’s property and seized the dog without cause. A dog who had NEVER bitten anyone, never attacked, was never a “nuisance.”.  A dog who actually was helping the daughter of the house.  A family’s pet.  Well-loved, not chained out in the backyard or left with no food, shelter, water.  A pet.  A family member.  It matters.  A lot.


It matters even if you are not a “pit bull” fan. It matters even if you really do not like that type of dog at all. it matters because, at any time, the pendulum could swing and your breed or type of dog could be the next target. It matters because if you are a good neighbor, you take care of your dog(s) or cat(s), at any time your animals could be seized and destroyed.  Lennox could be my Elke or my Artie.


I’m talking regular people, not puppy millers, hoarders, stupid, careless, abusive, neglectful people.  Lennox’s family were just regular folks, like most of are.  A Joe who went to work to provide for his family, a little girl with some special needs, a Mom like anybody’s mom.  They could be your next door neighbor.


It matters because Lennox was judged on his looks alone. And killed for his looks alone. He looked “bad.”


I am Lennox.  


I am a middle aged female home-maker who makes a bit of scratch here and there doing this and that with a vision disability.  I don’t see as well as most folks do.  I can barely drive a car.  I read things up real close.  I’m colorblind. I wear sunglasses even on cloudy days.


I am Lennox. I am judged by how I look.  


My over-50 husband has a fused spine; he can’t turn his head and he has more metal in him than most formerly heavy-metal appliances. 


He is Lennox too. 


According to TV demographics we’re “too old.”  They are cancelling high rated shows because we’re the “wrong” demographic.


We can overcome, we can persuade people, convincing them that we can “do” a ton of stuff “better” than many.  But in the end, in this increasingly superficial society, we are judged.  We’re seasoned, we’re a bit tattered and torn. We’re not “young and beautiful.”  (Just beautiful!)


We are Lennox: we judged on our age, sex, looks, sexual preference, religion, perceived abilities. We’re “put out to pasture” because of perception.  We’re disregarded. In times not-so-past we would have been destroyed.  Killed because of perception.  Because of how we looked.  


It is the barest stretch to liken Lennox the dog to a disabled child, a person “of color,”  they guy with the turban on his head, the lesbian couple next door…..whatever the different scary thing “du jour” is.  We all have our prejudices.  I do. I really do. (Scientologists, I admit, scare the heck out me.)  One would hope that our prejudices might be based on behavior rather than appearances!  


Lennox was a dog.  Plain and simple.  Canis lupis familiarus.  He was never judged as any dog would or should be. He was judge solely on how he looked. It’s the same as judging a person on color, sex, gay/straight, age, etc.  There is no difference.  None. If you think there is, you have lost a touch of your humanity in the seconds it took you to read and process these sentences. 


It does not take an Asimov or a STAR TREK writer to imagine a world where being judged on your looks signs your death warrant.  This feeding frenzy regarding dog “types” is not one whit different that anti-Jewish hysteria in Nazi Europe. Anyone who says it’s like comparing apples and oranges, even apple and rocks has their heads hidden in the sand.  They are in denial.

She is Lennox.


 

He is Lennox.


 

I am Lennox.  Are you?


(PS: Lennox was a Lab-American Bulldog. I erred.)