From K-9 Cop Magazine:
Shake: Hilarious High-Speed Photographs of Dogs Shaking by Carli Davidson.
I’m happy and I shows it:
FOR the past two years, my colleagues and I have been training dogs to go in an M.R.I. scanner — completely awake and unrestrained. Our goal has been to determine how dogs’ brains work and, even more important, what they think of us humans.
Now, after training and scanning a dozen dogs, my one inescapable conclusion is this: dogs are people, too.
Because dogs can’t speak, scientists have relied on behavioral observations to infer what dogs are thinking. It is a tricky business. You can’t ask a dog why he does something. And you certainly can’t ask him how he feels. The prospect of ferreting out animal emotions scares many scientists. After all, animal research is big business. It has been easy to sidestep the difficult questions about animal sentience and emotions because they have been unanswerable.
By looking directly at their brains and bypassing the constraints of behaviorism, M.R.I.’s can tell us about dogs’ internal states. M.R.I.’s are conducted in loud, confined spaces. People don’t like them, and you have to hold absolutely still during the procedure. Conventional veterinary practice says you have to anesthetize animals so they don’t move during a scan. But you can’t study brain function in an anesthetized animal. At least not anything interesting like perception or emotion.
From the beginning, we treated the dogs as persons. We had a consent form, which was modeled after a child’s consent form but signed by the dog’s owner. We emphasized that participation was voluntary, and that the dog had the right to quit the study. We used only positive training methods. No sedation. No restraints. If the dogs didn’t want to be in the M.R.I. scanner, they could leave. Same as any human volunteer.
My dog Callie was the first. Rescued from a shelter, Callie was a skinny black terrier mix, what is called a feist in the southern Appalachians, from where she came. True to her roots, she preferred hunting squirrels and rabbits in the backyard to curling up in my lap. She had a natural inquisitiveness, which probably landed her in the shelter in the first place, but also made training a breeze.
With the help of my friend Mark Spivak, a dog trainer, we started teaching Callie to go into an M.R.I. simulator that I built in my living room. She learned to walk up steps into a tube, place her head in a custom-fitted chin rest, and hold rock-still for periods of up to 30 seconds. Oh, and she had to learn to wear earmuffs to protect her sensitive hearing from the 95 decibels of noise the scanner makes.
After months of training and some trial-and-error at the real M.R.I. scanner, we were rewarded with the first maps of brain activity. For our first tests, we measured Callie’s brain response to two hand signals in the scanner. In later experiments, not yet published, we determined which parts of her brain distinguished the scents of familiar and unfamiliar dogs and humans.
Soon, the local dog community learned of our quest to determine what dogs are thinking. Within a year, we had assembled a team of a dozen dogs who were all “M.R.I.-certified.”
Although we are just beginning to answer basic questions about the canine brain, we cannot ignore the striking similarity between dogs and humans in both the structure and function of a key brain region: the caudate nucleus.
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Wisdom from my Gran(Sheila):
Here(Ona, WV) the shelters are either kill shelters or no kill shelters, I’m sure there are still lots of malpractices, but honestly some are killed after just three days, so in a way it’s almost hopeless for them in areas where people don’t adopt often, poor areas especially. The kill shelters euthanize or gas unwanted or unadopted pets after a specific number of days, the no kill shelters do not kill, they use private rescue homes and groups.
Mr. Peepers, Freakie, Magoo, Mamie all came from a kill shelter *that shelter tries to get private fosters rather than kill them, Peepers was in a foster home for over a year, Freak was in the kill shelter, Magoo was in the kill shelter, Mamie was in a kill shelter….now most kill shelters allow rescuers to come in and “Pull” animals out to send out to private rescues and fosters where they have a better chance.
Some kill shelters allow groups to transport pets from low adoption areas to places where there are higher adoption probability. There are transports running from here to areas north like Philly and New England….the shelters are doing better than they used to, and the abuses now are more often from private puppy mills that breed pure breed dogs in horrible conditions and sell the offspring to pet shops and such for high prices, but, the pups are generally poorly bred and do not have long life spans due to bad breeding.
Conclusion: Adopt from any shelter, preferably a kill shelter and do NOT go to a pet shop!!! Also give a chance to the less cute ones. Just because a puppy or kitten looks ill or abused, does this mean they should not be adopted? I think the contrary, no?
Wiley the wolfdog cried while visiting the graveside of his owner’s grandmother.
Some viewers have pointed out the wolfdog’s behavior seems to be reverse sneezing, to which Sarah Varley responded by writing, “I am not a vet so I can’t say if he’s reverse sneezing…I can tell you that he has never done that before and hasn’t done it since. I may be anthropomorphizing his actions but its how I’m choosing to deal with loss…” She adds Wiley is in good health.
Wiley lives at the Lockwood Animal Rescue Center, a sanctuary for wolfdogs. Wiley barely escaped death at an animal control facility before arriving at the Rescue Centre. Wiley is now part of a program where he provides support and therapy to war veterans with PTSD.
Link to the site – Hachico OWP
educates assistance dogs for people with motor disabilities or suffering from epilepsy. We use the age-old bond between dogs and humans for that worthy cause.
Both service dogs for handlers with motor disabilities and seizure dogs for people suffering from epilepsy are specifically trained to enable their handlers to perform tasks that were difficult or virtually impossible before. Moreover, assistance dogs open the door towards a more active participation in every day life.
Whatever its task, the assistance dog stimulates the handler’s independence and self-reliance. And there is more: by its presence, he assistance dog offers comfort and support and enhances the handler’s quality of life. Thus, people do not only enlarge their scope, but also enjoy more social contacts and (re)integrate easier..
After his master had died, Hachiko kept coming to the station for ten years before walking home again, sad and alone. After Hachiko’s death, a statue was erected outside the Shibuya railroad station in Tokyo in honour of his loyalty. Hachiko was the perfect example of the bond that can exist between animals and humans. In Dutch, his name is used as an acronym for the training centre.
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From Boxersoff4u on Experience Project:
On the first day, God created the dog and said:
‘Sit all day by the door of your house and bark at anyone who comes in or walks past. For this, I will give you a life span of twenty years.’
The dog said: ‘That’s a long time to be barking. How about only ten years and I’ll give you back the other ten?’
So God agreed.
On the second day, God created the monkey and said:
‘Entertain people, do tricks, and make them laugh. For this, I’ll give you a twenty-year life span.’
The monkey said: ‘ Monkey tricks for twenty years? That’s a pretty long time to perform. How about I give you back ten like the Dog did?’
And God agreed.
On the third day, God created the cow and said:
‘You must go into the field with the farmer all day long and suffer under the sun, have calves and give milk to support the farmer’s family. For this, I will give you a life span of sixty years.’
The cow said: ‘That’s kind of a tough life you want me to live for sixty years. How about twenty and I’ll give back the other forty?’
And God agreed again.
On the fourth day, God created man and said:
‘Eat, sleep, play , marry and enjoy your life. For this, I’ll give you twenty years.’
But man said: ‘Only twenty years? Could you possibly give me my twenty, the forty the cow gave back, the ten the monkey gave back, and the ten the dog gave back; that makes eighty, okay?’
‘Okay,’ said God, ‘You asked for it.’
So that is why for our first twenty years we eat, sleep, play and enjoy ourselves. For the next forty years we slave in the sun to support our family. For the next ten years we do monkey tricks to entertain the grandchildren. And for the last ten years we sit on the front porch and bark at everyone.
Life has now been explained to you.
“Once I was a lonely dog,
Just looking for a home.
I had no place to go,
No one to call my own.
I wandered up and down the streets,
in rain in heat and snow.
I ate what ever I could find,
I was always on the go.
My skin would itch, my feet were sore,
My body ached with pain.
And no one stopped to give a pat
Or a gently say my name.
I never saw a loving glance,
I was always on the run.
For people thought that hurting me
was really lots of fun.
And then one day I heard a voice
So gentle, kind and sweet,
And arms so soft reached down to me
And took me off my feet.
“No one again will hurt you”
Was whispered in my ear.
“You’ll have a home to call your own
where you will know no fear,”
“You will be dry, you will be warm,
you’ll have enough to eat”
“And rest assured that when you sleep,
your dreams will all be sweet.”
I was afraid I must admit,
I’ve lived so long in fear.
I can’t remember when I let
A human come so near.
And as she tended to my wounds
And bathed and brushed my fur
She told me ‘bout the rescue group
And what it meant to her.
She said, ”We are a circle,
A line that never ends.”
“And in the center there is you
protected by new friends.”
“And all around you are
the ones that check the pounds,
And those that share their home
after you’ve been found.”
“And all the other folk
are searching near and far.”
“To find the perfect home for you,
where you can be a star”.
She said, “There is a family,
that’s waiting patiently,
and pretty soon we’ll find them,
just you wait and see.”
“And then they’ll join our circle
they’ll help to make it grow,
so there’ll be room for more like you,
who have no place to go.”
I waited very patiently,
The days they came and went.
Today’s the day I thought,
my family will be sent.
Then just when I began to think
It wasn’t meant to be,
there were people standing there
just gazing down at me.
I knew them in a heart beat,
I could tell they felt it too.
They said, “We have been waiting
for a special dog like you.”
Now every night I say a prayer
to all the Gods that be.
“Thank you for the life I live
and all you’ve given me.”
“But most of all protect the dogs
in the pound and on the street.”
“And send a Rescue Person
to lift them off their feet.””
Taken for a ride!
During an early morning response to a house fire in Santa Rosa de Temuco, Chile, firefighters witnessed the unbelievable. A mother dog risked her life to save her puppies from the fire surrounding the burning house, which started because of a car bomb.
The mother dog, Amanda, raced back and forth between the house, putting her 10 day old puppies in the safest place she could find – a firetruck!
She didn’t stop racing back into the fire until all of her puppies were safely away from the fire. The firemen on scene could not believe their eyes. Most people have never seen a dog this smart or this brave!
After rescuing all of her pups from the blaze, Amanda sat down next to them, protecting them with her body. Onlookers called an emergency veterinary service and she and her pups were rushed to the hospital. Aside from one puppy being treated for serious burns, the entire family are alive and well – thanks to the bravery of Amanda, the heroic mother!
From Buckle up, Bitches
A man sees a sign outside a house – ‘Talking Dog For Sale.’ He rings the bell, the owner appears and tells him the dog can be viewed in the back garden.The man sees a very nice looking brown dog sitting there.
“Do you really talk?” he asks the dog.”Yes,” the dog replies.After recovering from the shock of hearing the dog talk, the man asks, “So, tell me your story.” The dog looks up and says, “Well, I discovered that I could talk when I was pretty young. I wanted to help the government, so I told the SAS.”In no time at all they had me jetting from country to country, sitting in rooms with spies and world leaders, because no one imagined that a dog would be eavesdropping.”I was one of their most valuable spies for eight years. But the jetting around really tired me out, and I knew I wasn’t getting any younger so I decided to settle down. I signed up for a job at Heathrow to do some undercover security work, wandering near suspicious characters and listening in. I uncovered some incredible dealings and was awarded several medals. I got married, had a few puppies, and now I’ve just retired.
“The man is amazed. He goes back into the house and asks the owner how much he wants for the dog.”Ten quid,” the owner says.”£10!!? But this dog is absolutely amazing! Why on earth are you selling him so cheaply?””Because he’s a lying bastard. He’s never been out of the garden.”
I am finally calm enough to lift up my pen and put it to paper, after the outrageous incident, which just befell me. There I was, sitting on the Rambla in Alicante begging, when two ladies came by, with one of those candy-assed white mutts with a pink bow to keep its hair out of its eyes. You know the ones, they look like a mop, but without the handle.
Mutters comes up to me and I thought he wanted me to pet him, but instead he lifts up his hind paw and pisses in my hat! The one I use to beg with and that I wear, by the way. I pushed him away, but too late. The dirty deed was done. My jaw on the floor, I looked up a the lady, who had cramps in her face from stifling her giggles. I was speechless, ladies and gentlemen!
And then the woman just walks away, without an apology, the farty-arsed canine vandal in tow. His tail in the air, proud as a peacock. The lady’s shoulders were shaking from all the giggling and sniggering. I called after her: “Yes, you can laugh, but I can’t!”, which made her snigger even louder.
You know that dogs go to pee, where they smell the pee of other dogs. So now my hat is the main attraction for all Alicantean dogs to come and piss in. Lovely! I can’t wear it anymore, of course. Luckily, I have a spare woolly one I can put on. I shall have to ask someone to put the peed-on one in the washing machine and cook it, to get all the smell of mutter’s piss out of it.
I shall probably end up with a two-inch hat, because of all the shrinkage. I’ll have to use a hat pin, but… second handicap… I have no more hair, I shaved it all off. Therefore, I shall have to attach my two-inch hat to my scalp. I shall look a mess!
I thought about sueing, but I’d get laughed out of court. A dog pissed in my hat. What do you think about that?
I was dreaming of a home
underneath a rainbow’s dome.
A friendly place to come and call.
My motto: Welcome one and all!
With thick rugs and a cosy chair.
Ralphie’s very own cushy lair.
Full of art and plants and books.
My own paintings hung from hooks.
Bric-a-brac and knickknacks all over.
And a big shaggy dog called Rover.
A garden with a veggie plot,
to hoe and mow, but not a lot!
With wind chimes tinkling in the air.
Hung from that tree right over there.
And a sweet lady to cuddle,
under blankets in a huddle.
To share secrets with and soft kisses
and perhaps to some day call Missus.
I shall wish upon a falling star
that this day not be so very far!
My dog, he knows me well,
I swear, he can tell at a glance,
whether he should stay or advance,
Waits for me to collect my thoughts,
while I add up my ones and naughts.
Or he’ll nuzzle me with his snout,
as if to say: “Move, ya big lout!”
My dog, he loves me so.
I can tell by his gentle eyes,
so very caring and so wise.
By the wagging of his tail,
he faith in me shall never fail!
He listens to me with one cocked ear,
As if to tell me: “You mustn’t fear!”
My dog, I need you so.
You, who are the sunshine of my soul.
Without you, my life would have no goal.
I thank the Lord each and every day,
for having met you along the way.
You, you melted my long frozen heart,
I pray you and I will never part!
My dog, you are my rock.
If ever before me you should go
and I face alone my greatest foe:
of being stranded here without you,
so sad, so lonely and ever blue,
you’ll be the one who faithfully waits
to walk with me through those Pearly Gates.
But I Question People!
From oldfarmguy on Experience Project.
After finishing todays morning feeding and chores, I was walking the quarter mile to my daughters house to stay with the grandchildren until the school bus came.
On the way there it was raining lightly. The entire walk there I could hear a dog in the woods.
His bark was a low sad bark, his whine was almost unbearable.
Seems someone has dropped yet another pet off in the wilds of nature.
Do they not understand that “pet” has never learned to fend for itself?
Do they get that that “pet” doesn’t even know how to protect itself from the rain and the chill?
Do they realize there are wild animals there that are just waiting to make that “pet” a meal?
That “pet” doesn’t even know how to catch something to eat, you’ve been feeding it during it’s entire life.
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Ain´t they cute?
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He figures he’ll have a little fun, so he says to the Kiwi “G’day, mind if I talk to your dog?”
Villager: “The dog doesn’t talk, you stupid Aussie.”
Ventriloquist: “Hello dog, how’s it going mate?”
Dog: “Doin’ alright.”
Kiwi: (look of extreme shock)
Ventriloquist: “Is this villager your owner?” –pointing at the villager.
Ventriloquist: “How does he treat you?”
Dog: “Real good. He walks me twice a day, feeds me great food
and takes me to the lake once a week to play.”
Kiwi: (look of utter disbelief),
Ventriloquist: “Mind if I talk to your horse?”
Kiwi: “Uh, the horse doesn’t talk either….I think.”
Ventriloquist: “Hey horse, how’s it going?”
Kiwi: (absolutely dumbfounded)
Ventriloquist: “Is this your owner?” –pointing at the villager
Ventriloquist: How does he treat you?
Horse: “Pretty good, thanks for asking. He rides me regularly,
brushes me down often and keeps me in the barn to protect me
from the elements.”
Kiwi: (total look of amazement)
Ventriloquist: “Mind if I talk to your sheep?”
Kiwi: (in a panic) “The sheep’s a liar.”
- April 14, 1961- Boris the Ventriloquist (todayinhh.com)
- Enough of Dumb Blonde Jokes! (fellowshipofminds.wordpress.com)
- Ventriloquy: That, Dummy, Ain’t Funny! (theeyeoffaith.com)
How can I have it and eat it too?
I was taking Linda for a walk today and she behaved like a lady for once! It seemed as if everybody and their respective dogs were out at the same time, which necessitated my keeping a sharp lookout. I do not know how much Linda weighs, but once or twice she nearly pulled me over, when she pulls over to sniff something or someone.
She was taking a leak on a piece of municipal lawn, which is strictly speaking illegal, but what the hey, it’s better than her pissing on the pavement, is it not? And I spotted an elderly gentleman coming to meet us, accompanied by a big Labrador. I was already ready to hold Linda on a short lead, when I noticed that the man was holding a rectangle to walk his dog, indicating that he was blind(I deduced). It was a lucky stroke indeed that I had my morning coffee already and was not stumbling around in the twilight zone today! Continue reading
I’ve done it now, I’ve reached the end of my tether! Ralphie is ready for his cremation or interment. The only thing holding me up now is this three-inch nail that I inadvertently sat on. For the doubting Thomases, I would like to state that I am NOT Norwegian and I have not yet turned blue! I might be hibernating though…
I thought there was something slightly off canter this morning. The world did not look like its bright cheery self today. Even the sunshine looked gray! My dog Linda looked at me in a funny way aswell, come to think of it. I had been up for hours…. when I realised that I had not had my morning coffee yet! This was after linda had finally taken pity on me and had sniffed my coffee mug with an air of: try this! What is the world coming to, when a body starts to forget even his addictions, I ask you!?
But kelp is on the way, the kettler is pruttling… mmmm…even my rubbish sounds rubbish..
I’ll have to get back to you after I’ve had at least my first sip! Continue reading
Watch this video! I was wondering if this particular robot was a bit tipsy.
Whatever will they think of next?
- Big Flower, Little Dog (janiecolors.wordpress.com)
- Boston Dynamics Unveils AlphaDog Quadruped Robot (hardware.slashdot.org)
- Boston Dynamics unwraps military robot AlphaDog (w/ video) (physorg.com)