February 21st, 2005

breeden

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I am taking today off.

I don't actually care all that much about the birthdays of various presidents--I have been known to forget my OWN birthday, let alone those of long dead statesmen. (Seriously, I had one time where I could not figure out why I kept writing 5-28-77 instead of 5-28-99, and spent a morning baffled until around noon when it occurred to me that it was my birthday, and years of filling out paperwork had conditioned me to end 5-28-?? a certain way.) But James has the day off, and the swamp is manageably sized, so I figured what the hell.

Mind you, I slacked all weekend in fine slacker style already. And I feel a twinge of guilt for Not Working, but I'm trying to learn to squelch that. I am actually rather grateful to be so hooked on World of Warcraft--it means I don't work weekends, and since I have had a few brushes with burnout in recent months, this is probably a good thing ultimately. I need to remember that I am asking some sort of bizarre alchemy of my brain, and I really do need things like "time" and "inspiration" as obnoxious and froofy as it sounds. (Some day, I will come to terms with this and stop whining about it here. I hope.)

I was also pleasantly surprised today, reading "Suburban Safari" about the wildlife of suburbs, to find that the author had a local squirrel missing a hind foot, which she promptly named "Stumpy." HA! I wish limblessness on no squirrel, but at least now I know I'm not crazy, or if I am, other equally crazy people are writing books about it. (No word yet on botflies. It takes place in Maine, so they may be too far north for a serious infestation.)
breeden

(no subject)

I am taking today off.

I don’t actually care all that much about the birthdays of various presidents–I have been known to forget my OWN birthday, let alone those of long dead statesmen. (Seriously, I had one time where I could not figure out why I kept writing 5-28-77 instead of 5-28-99, and spent a morning baffled until around noon when it occurred to me that it was my birthday, and years of filling out paperwork had conditioned me to end 5-28-?? a certain way.) But James has the day off, and the swamp is manageably sized, so I figured what the hell.

Mind you, I slacked all weekend in fine slacker style already. And I feel a twinge of guilt for Not Working, but I’m trying to learn to squelch that. I am actually rather grateful to be so hooked on World of Warcraft–it means I don’t work weekends, and since I have had a few brushes with burnout in recent months, this is probably a good thing ultimately. I need to remember that I am asking some sort of bizarre alchemy of my brain, and I really do need things like “time” and “inspiration” as obnoxious and froofy as it sounds. (Some day, I will come to terms with this and stop whining about it here. I hope.)

I was also pleasantly surprised today, reading “Suburban Safari” about the wildlife of suburbs, to find that the author had a local squirrel missing a hind foot, which she promptly named “Stumpy.” HA! I wish limblessness on no squirrel, but at least now I know I’m not crazy, or if I am, other equally crazy people are writing books about it. (No word yet on botflies. It takes place in Maine, so they may be too far north for a serious infestation.)

Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.

breeden

"Dixie Dingos"?

Dude! Why have I never heard of this? Has it been debunked yet? Has anybody else heard about the Carolina dog? Supposedly descendants of the domestic dogs brought over on the landbridge lo those many moons ago, they're supposed to be a North American equivalent of the dingo, living in the swampy areas of the south. (Alas, not around here. Oh, well.) They're recognized by the AKC, so I suppose they're a definite existing breed, regardless of whether the antiquity of their origins has been confirmed. They appear to look pretty much like your standard pariah dog, dingo-esque critter. Presumably any dog population left to inbreed for long enough will come out looking like a pariah dog, so that by itself proves nothing, but if they were genuinely an ancient breed that would be just unspeakably cool!

(old article, which is why I ask about updates)
http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2003/03/0311_030311_firstdog.html

One of these days, when I have a house, I want to get a dog. However, being me, the only way that I could keep a dog happy with my schedule is to find something that is a total couch potato for nine-tenths of the day, will get up for a nice walk, and then go back to the couch. All the breeds I love, like Rottweilers,* would require a lot more play time than I can reliably give them--if I get obsessed on a painting, I can kill fourteen hours without feeling it, and this is not fair to a big active social dog. Maybe greyhound rescue is in my distant future. I've heard they fit the bill, although I'd need to read a lot more about it to be sure.

But anyway! Carolina dogs! Is it true? Anybody know about it?


*Despite their bad rap, I grew up around Rottweilers and they were without exception big, amiable, intelligent dogs, including my father's dog Brewster, who was a truly superior dog. Every Rottweiler I've known has wanted very much to figure out what you want, and then do it, which is why I think they do so badly with poor training--if they can't figure out what you want, they go bonkers.
breeden

“Dixie Dingos”?

Dude! Why have I never heard of this? Has it been debunked yet? Has anybody else heard about the Carolina dog? Supposedly descendants of the domestic dogs brought over on the landbridge lo those many moons ago, they’re supposed to be a North American equivalent of the dingo, living in the swampy areas of the south. (Alas, not around here. Oh, well.) They’re recognized by the AKC, so I suppose they’re a definite existing breed, regardless of whether the antiquity of their origins has been confirmed. They appear to look pretty much like your standard pariah dog, dingo-esque critter. Presumably any dog population left to inbreed for long enough will come out looking like a pariah dog, so that by itself proves nothing, but if they were genuinely an ancient breed that would be just unspeakably cool!

(old article, which is why I ask about updates)
http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2003/03/0311_030311_firstdog.html

One of these days, when I have a house, I want to get a dog. However, being me, the only way that I could keep a dog happy with my schedule is to find something that is a total couch potato for nine-tenths of the day, will get up for a nice walk, and then go back to the couch. All the breeds I love, like Rottweilers,* would require a lot more play time than I can reliably give them–if I get obsessed on a painting, I can kill fourteen hours without feeling it, and this is not fair to a big active social dog. Maybe greyhound rescue is in my distant future. I’ve heard they fit the bill, although I’d need to read a lot more about it to be sure.

But anyway! Carolina dogs! Is it true? Anybody know about it?

*Despite their bad rap, I grew up around Rottweilers and they were without exception big, amiable, intelligent dogs, including my father’s dog Brewster, who was a truly superior dog. Every Rottweiler I’ve known has wanted very much to figure out what you want, and then do it, which is why I think they do so badly with poor training–if they can’t figure out what you want, they go bonkers.

Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.