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  1. Thinking

    February 18, 2015 by TMS

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    With the power of my mind, I will impel the cheese off the counter.

     

    Me: What are you thinking?

    Tierce: If I took a running leap on top of the counter, I could eat that cheese wrapper.

    Me: What?

    Tierce: I mean, I would never do such a thing. While you were watching.

    Me: Apparently science says that while you have an emotional life, you don’t necessarily think that I do. Or that I am even a thinking being at all, really.

    Tierce: You’re writing a conversation with your dog on your dog’s Facebook page.

    Me: But what do you think about me as a thinking being?

    Tierce: You’re writing a conversation with your dog on your dog’s Facebook page.

    Me: You’re just repeating yourself. Are you aware of me as a separate thinking entity?

    Tierce: You’re writing- you know what? Fuck this. The answer’s no and can I have that cheese wrapper now.

    Me: No! Wrappers are bad for you. Bad!

    Tierce: I will now stare intently at the door and growl.

    Me: What? What’s there? Tierce? Who’s at the door? Tierce? COME BACK HERE WITH THAT WRAPPER, YOU LITTLE SHIT.


  2. R.D. Lawrence on Dogs and Love

    February 5, 2015 by TMS

    Love, I realized at that moment, is whole only if it is capable of letting go; if it is able to release the object of its stimulation when such a sacrifice is necessary.

    ~R.D. Lawrence, The North Runner


  3. Sympathy For The Devil

    February 5, 2015 by TMS

    Tierce in a suit

    “I’ve never been anthropomorphized in my life.”

    In the wake of the sentencing of Emma Paulsen – Surrey’s notorious dog walker who left 6 dogs to die in her truck one May afternoon – an opinion has been rocking the BC Ferry. Adrian MacNair, in an op-ed entitled: Sympathy for the dog killer Paulsen, stated:

    I felt sympathy because Paulsen is going to lose her right to freedom over the death of six animals who, at the end of the day, are essentially inconsequential to this world.

    At this point, The Now’s Facebook page is roiling with animal lovers who most emphatically disagree with his opinion and the newspaper’s choice to print it. While I don’t agree with the manner that some people expressed their disagreement, I sympathize with their feelings.

    MacNair’s editorial sparked a visceral reaction from me akin to that I experience when people belittle others for the love they have for their pets. “It’s just a dog!” is the kind of thing that someone says to make someone else feel bad. I have yet to hear that sentiment expressed in any fashion other than a petty, cruel desire to infer that someone’s feelings have no merit.

    I am well aware that any love I feel for Tierce may not be reciprocated, either in depth or in kind. He is a dog. We’re still figuring out how they tick. They are pretty obviously not in our league when it comes to making decisions to prolong the quality or quantity of their lives – anyone who reads up on the challenges some pet owners have to deal with has ample evidence of that fact. They can be expensive to care for. They can be difficult to deal with and some you can’t deal with at all.

    Of course you could say the same about toddlers. And poor people. And the mentally challenged. The physically challenged. That annoying fucker in the next cubicle who keeps cracking his knuckles. And, considering we have over seven billion people in the world, one could argue that our taxes would be better spent elsewhere rather than to make these peoples’ lives better.

    Dogs may live less than a decade, but so will many children with severe disabilities. We could just as well argue that the penalties for hurting them or causing them undue suffering are too extreme. After all, they’ll be dead in a decade anyway. And the mentally challenged – well, many of them are ‘essentially inconsequential to this world’ – they will never cure a disease or write a respected book or even be able to hold down a job to pay their own way. Some of them may never be able to return the affection or care that a family member or caregiver lavishes on them. If their significance to this world is minimal, who cares if they suffer?

    To imply that suffering and the infliction of it does not matter because of the species of animal disturbs me. MacNair himself notes that people anthropomorphize their pets. He fails to mark the significance of the fact that we largely cannot help attributing human qualities to animals and even objects that carry a significant emotional weight with us.

    Perhaps he has not considered the role that animal abuse plays in the development of serial killers, in domestic abuse, and as a weapon of terror. The ability to empathize plays a huge role in our ability to recognize pain and avoid inflicting it on others. Lacking this aspect of personality means that a person has no reason to avoid hurting others. If MacNair favours people who judge the value of another on a specific set of criteria exclusive of whether they can feel pain and distress, then he certainly can find them in any number of maximum-security prisons.

    In his conclusion, MacNair urges his readers to think about humans before animals, yet he hardly seems to consider the feelings of the people who shared their lives with these dogs or the people who empathize with the suffering these dogs went through. His message essentially appears to be, “We should be worrying about and caring for our fellow human beings unless they value animals as companions.” He certainly doesn’t seem to recognize that our caring for animals is an extension of our ability to care in general.

    Yes, as far as humans are concerned, dogs only have the value that we give them. That we give them value, that we care for them and worry about them and work with them and spend money on them – that’s a sign that we have a great measure of the ability to not only bond with our pets, but with our fellow human beings.

    Nurturing that ability, not stifling it, is a mark of caring. Caring is not telling them that their feelings have no value, that their grief has no meaning, that their ability to care is useless unless focused on a subject that one personally believes has merit.

    MacNair doesn’t have to care about dogs the way I care about them. He doesn’t have to even like them. However, if he feels that nurturing other human beings is important, perhaps he should remember that their feelings have merit, even if he doesn’t value their focus.


  4. No Time For You

    February 5, 2015 by TMS

    Tierce on the couch

    I have to think about this in terms of the cost on my time.

    Me:  I’ve been thinking.

    Mischa:  Uh oh.

    Me:  I don’t like our dog anymore.

    Mischa: Why don’t you like our dog anymore?

    Me:  He’s not little and cute anymore.  And he’s old.

    Mischa:  He is damn cute.  And he’s only seven.

    Me:  Nearly eight.

    Mischa:  You love our dog.

    Me:  He doesn’t match the blinds.

    Mischa:  If he did, we’d be taking him to the vet for a skin condition.

    Me:  He says mean things about me on Facebook.

    Mischa:  You have fights on Facebook with your dog.  Think about that.

    Me:  I just don’t have the time for him.

    Mischa:  Funny, he was saying the same thing about you.


  5. The Weirdest Email Ever

    February 2, 2015 by TMS

    It all started with a friend sharing this Facebook post. So, I sent this to a couple of British Columbia Search & Rescue groups:

    Subject: Donating body for the purpose of search dog training

    So, did that get your attention?

    Hi, my name is Julie and I’m writing you with a pretty weird question: Is it possible to donate one’s body to a SAR organization for the purpose of training search dogs? I happened upon a friend-of-a-friend’s Facebook post about donating their placenta and thought, “Well, that’s cool, but what amazing training feats they could perform with a *cough*-pound body!”

    I’m already an organ donor and, quite honestly, if I die, I’m not going to have any use for the rest of me. And I think this would be a lot more useful to the world than being scattered to the winds in a solemn tear-filled ceremony. (If I believed in the afterlife, I might actually spring for this – so I could hang around to see who cries – but I don’t.)

    So, please let me know if this is possible or, if not through you, which avenues I might try to effect this admittedly unusual method of disposing of my corporeal form.

    Thank you

    I’ll let you all know how it goes.


  6. Dogs Are The Way We Are Feeling

    February 1, 2015 by TMS

    This is a piece I did for a friend and co-worker’s Secret Santa present. Crayon and felt pen. The most challenging part was getting the brindle to look like short coat brindle.

    Dogs Are The Way We Are Feeling piece

    Dogs Are The Way We Are Feeling


  7. RIP Cory Rottweiler

    December 13, 2014 by The Misanthropic Shiba

    cory tierce digging

    Cory was found running loose in Duncan, BC in late 2012.  He eventually found his way to West Coast Rottweiler Rescue, where he ended up adopted by my friend, Paul.  Tierce and Cory mostly got along and Tierce really enjoyed walks with him.

    Almost two years to the day that Paul announced Cory’s arrival, he announced Cory’s departure.  Cory suffered from spinal spondylosis, a degenerative condition that eventually made it difficult for him to walk.  Complications of this and some other spinal damage ended Cory’s life on December 13th, 2014.

    The bond between people and their dogs is such that it forges bonds between people who would otherwise never communicate.  When TIerce posted about Cory on his page, a number of people responded.  Do they know Paul?  No.  Do they know Cory?  No.  What they do know is the aching gap that opens up once you realize that you are never going to come home to your dog again.

    So many of us repeat this process over and over again with a multitude of dogs.  It’s like watching Titanic.  We know the ending.

    Maybe that’s what connects people so strongly when they hear someone has lost a dog.  It’s like any deeply felt loss that someone who has not experienced it cannot quite understand until it happens to them.

    What makes loss like this more difficult is the pervasive idea that animal companions should not be mourned because they are animals and not people.  (The people who express this feeling don’t seem to realize that they are belittling the feelings of a human, the being that they are supposedly holding in higher value.)  Despite the wrath of the mighty Internet when someone injudiciously decides to point this out, many people feel hampered in expressing their grief.  (Don’t worry; I’m not one of them.  Tierce will have a wake).

    At the same time, this feeling that we are numbered among the privileged few to love a dog beyond all reason binds people like little else.  You may not get the milk of human kindness for the many slights and injustices that life hands out to everyone, but if your dog has died… strangers will reach out to people across the world to let them know that they are not alone.  That it’s not wrong to feel like a child has died.  That the amount of love and money you just poured into an animal that died anyway was not ill-spent.

    There’s a lot wrong with the Internet, but amidst all the horrors and news and kitten videos, there are places you can go where you know that people will understand.  In death, as in life, dogs bind us together in the most amazing of ways.  Avatars, ambassadors and symbols of selfless love.

    The most remarkable aspect about the bond between dogs and humans is how they so perfectly reveal the human condition.  They highlight our foibles, our failings and the highest, purest selflessness that one being can express towards another.   I don’t believe that canine loyalty and companionship are the reasons we love our dogs so much and mourn them so intensely.  I believe that we celebrate, love and mourn the vessel that we pour so much of ourselves into, the mirror that looks back at us and tells us that we’re not all that bad.

    coryjulie


  8. RIP Golden Toby

    November 14, 2014 by The Misanthropic Shiba

    tiercetobykodiak

    Toby Golden Retriever passed away today from cancer.  He was only a couple of months younger than Tierce.  As his people said, “Seven years wasn’t long enough.”

    I was going to visit him, but I thought I would have more time.  We all did.

    tobyrunsketch

     


  9. Kai Ken Needing Homes

    August 19, 2014 by The Misanthropic Shiba

    A friend of mine alerted me to the fact that there are six Kai Ken in Oregon needing homes.  The owner is willing to ship to approved homes.

    Kai Ken are medium-sized brindle dogs that were used for hunting in Japan… much like the Shiba was.  Now I don’t think I’ve ever met one in the flesh and I’m certainly not an expert, so it might behoove you to hie thee to the Nihon Ken forum for more information.  ***UPDATE*** Here is an excellent post on Kai temperament from the Nihon Ken forum:  Misconceptions about Kais- For prospective Kai owners

    Here are bios and pictures of five of the six dogs.  For more information, contact Cheryl Yoshioka (not the owner, but involved in rehoming).


    Yama

    Yama was born 2/7/11.  He weighs in at 41 lbs and is altered. He is one good looker and the clown of the pack he gets along with all other dogs except for Ochi. He is the clown because he instigates play and if someone does not want to play he bothers them until they give in and rough house with him. If two others are playing together he will run and body slam right into their play to join in.

    When Yama was 12 or 13 weeks old he broke his back leg. He was operated on and caged in crates he could not do anything but stand on all fours and turn around in as he grew (quickly at that age) the crate got bigger but not allowing him to stand more than all fours. He had to stay in it 24/7 except to go out to the bathroom on a leash so he would not disturb the healing and to do his range-of-motion which he hated.

    I worried he would have problems socially but we put him in the hall in between often traveled rooms with mirrors on the wall so he could see everything and had foot and dog house traffic, traveling frequently and always included him activities verbally. He ended up well socialized – the only evidence that there is is once in a while when he is running he may favor it a little.

    Yama loves being with his people and all the attention he can get. He enjoys going on walks, outings and camping.

    Since Yama likes to join in with others he will be glad to dig with anyone digging and once while lots of cooking was going on he ate some turkey right off the counter to be apart of the cooking. If someone is getting tattled on he is usually right with the violator joining in. I find if I call another Kai to come to me he is racing them to get there first and always in the middle when I’m working with another. He also get away with a lot more than any other pack member with each other like they tolerate him trying to sneak off with what they are enjoying and horning in front of them.

    But Yama is the pack clown and he just makes you love him because he enjoys life so much always wanting to have some fun. I must admit living in this pack it is his action and the others reactions that make me laugh the most. When I hear a commotion and look and Yama is in the mix I know it is just the clown getting gripped at for stirring the pot.

    Yama is a true gem that steals a spot in your heart.


    clairekaiken

    Claire

    Claira Bell or Claire was born 1/1/12. She weighs in at 36 lbs and is altered.

    This is one sweet Kai that is very reserved with strangers. Out on walks she does all she can to avoid them, taking after her mother. She is considered the baby of the pack because when the pack is waiting for a treat she is always in the back waiting to be the last one to get one. She also has a little whine she does when she wants in the house. She is a tattle tell when another Pack member is doing something or has something they should not have just like her mother she hurries to her people and to the violator back and forth until the people get the message to check it out.

    Claira Bell loves treats and to chew on antlers, cow’s ears, bully sticks, and pork rolls but she never takes from another she waits and then lays on it to chew so they can’t sneak it back from her. She likes to dig. It is not to dig out it is just for joy and when it has been raining she often comes in with a brown nose. When there is snow she is in heaven digging and rooting all around in it having a grand old time.

    Claira Bell gets along great with the other dogs. She also loves to cuddle with her people and will wait while another Kai gets attention but when her people are finished she will sweetly let you know she is here and wants a turn too.


    ochikaiken

    Ochi

    Ochi or as he is called by some Archie. He seems to not mind either just loves the attention. He was born 6/15/11 is altered and weights in at 52 lbs.

    Ochi is a real ball fan no matter what size or type. He love to play ball and is thrilled to have you throw one for him to retrieve and has yet to be the one to call it quits first. Ochi likes to disassemble stuffed toys but has learned to
    trade one for a treat when he gets too rough. With the Verbal command ‘trade’, he will drop the toy near you or if too many other Kais are around he will just bring it to you and trade for a treat.

    Ochi does not feel comfortable when someone goes over his head with their hand. I believe it is because when he was very young he was bit on the head by an older dog, but that is just my guess because he still has two little scars if you look hard.

    He does not like to have his nails cut and one nail a day is enough for him. If it is time for a real good brushing he seems to prefer splitting up to two setting and his choice would be if it could be two days.

    What he really likes is to have his chest scratched, he just melts in pure joy.

    There are two males in our pack that he does not get along with. This started when all were intact and there was heat in the house and they have yet to make amends.

    On request he may shake with you and with some verbal coaxing has been know to speak. He is also one that waits patiently for a treat in the group getting treats and does not grab unless the treat is dropped.


    chibakaiken

    Chiba

    Chiba weighs 30 lbs at best. He was born on 1/1/12 and is altered.

    Chiba is a little cutie that loves his people and keeps an eye on them at all times. He loves to be held, brushed, pet and likes having his nails trimmed. Matter-of-fact if you are working on another dog he is right there nosing his way between so you won’t forget about him. Most of all he likes sitting right next to his people with his head resting on them or at there feet if he can not get up. He is not one you can get a kiss from unless you are in his face and ask him for one.

    He also loves to be held and carried around so he can get a view from up high. He will hold on to your arm with his paws (legs) it is gentle and sweet.
    When he is not with or keeping an eye on his people he can be found relaxing in his cage if not outside. When I say cage up to the pack before I leave or go to bed he is the first one to his cage waiting for a cage up treat and the door to be shut.

    He gets along and plays well with the others but because of his smaller size is on his back a lot in the submissive position except for with the pack clown
    whom he jumps on his feet and yaps at as if to say ‘you are not going to bother or boss me’.

    Chiba is a good jumper. He does not use this skill to jump up on people but has used it for jumping and climbing up on trees and over fences on occasion.
    All of the pack members chase squirrels, mice and the laser light well Chiba is a smart one and knows he doesn’t have a chance and will be one of the quickest to move on to do something else.


    priscillakaiken

    Priscilla

    This is Priscilla. She weighs 38 lbs. she is sweet but reserved with strangers.

    Loves to be petted and will remind you by giving your hand a nudge if you are sitting with a free hand. She is always up to chase a squirrel she would be great as a hunter if there was a chance to go. Out all of the pack she is the one to stay outside the longest weather does not seem to bother her at all.

    She gets along great with all dogs and is always up for a good game of chase but would prefer to chase any cat right out of the yard. She was born 1/1/12. She is one that can be a little picky about treats but is right there to make the choice when offered.

     


    For more information, contact Cheryl Yoshioka (not the owner, but involved in rehoming).


  10. Black Dog

    August 12, 2014 by The Misanthropic Shiba

    RIP Robin Williams.