Not much I can really add to this.
But it’s not every day you look up while waiting to cross the road, and see a giant yellow dog drive past!
Explanation – The Dog’s Trust built its new headquarters for this area not very far from here a few years ago, and while I’ve never seen this parked there when passing, I guess they must keep it there occasionally when it not doing its business.
There’s also a charity shop not too far away as well, in Tollcross Road.
I waited to see if a giant ‘pooper scooper’ followed, but no luck 😦
It’s not often I can say I get a laugh thanks to doggie doo-doo (since I’m usually too busy cursing it, and tracking down the source of the smell shortly after I arrive home and discover I’ve walked somebody’s dog turd into the house), but I did enjoy a good laugh today, courtesy of a big tall guy, and a tiny white puppy.
As I turned the last corner before arriving home, I saw a guy and his tiny fluff-ball of a puppy at my gate – and the guy was doing his best to get the pup to do it’s best… in front of the entrance to my house.
Of course, he had no way of knowing the guy about to pass him was the owner of the drive where he was trying to get his little darling to leave its stinking load.
I ignored him, but still had to make my way around him and his tiny poop-machine in order to get to my gate and get into my drive – so he knew he had been caught, or rather his dog had been caught, with its trousers down and dumping on the footpath.
Although I’m not part of it, the residents have been creating a big stink about dog mess over the past few years, as it has become chronic. We have signs on most lampposts warning dog owners of the fine that can be levied against them if they do not pick up their dog’s deposits, and the last political newsletter our MP circulated stated that he was making it a campaign issue, and would support anyone taking action against offending dog owners.
Back at my gate, the fun had started.
Since I had bags of shopping, and a double locked front door, I didn’t have to try to take a long time to get indoors. Without staring at the guy, I could see him panicking as he rummaged through all his pocket for the handy plastic bag he would not have bothered using if I had not arrived while his pup was pooping. The cameras on the house might have helped too, since he might have thought his face had been caught, and I could tie him and his dog to the event, and maybe that fine mentioned on the lampposts Notably, most dog owners hereabouts walk their dogs with such a bag in their hand, ready to collect the ‘product’ – but not this guy, much to my amusement.
By the time I opened my door and turned around, he had completely disappeared – and there was no gift lying on the pavement either.
Coincidentally, a pup much like the one involved had been on Cheezburger recently. As you can see, it couldn’t have left much… they guy must have been carrying tweezers to help him retrieve anything it dropped/
I used to leave my gates open until a few years ago, when I guess some of the locals started sharing their homes with giant dogs. These monsters weren’t stupid, and didn’t dump in their own ground, but would wander into gardens where the gates were open, and many was the time I found a pile of brown muck sitting in the middle of the path around my house. At least those dogs are too big to get through the spaces in the iron work, and I no longer have that particular job to do, and clear up behind these monsters, who can easily leave a pound or two to be scraped up and discarded.
These two Cheezburger offerings were just made to go together…
The cat was right… again 🙂
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I was a little surprised to see the story of a dog in Scotland being fitted with a heart pacemaker being classified as a first, but it’s probably not such a surprise given the size of the population.
We’ll definitely have to get round to adding the story to a page in the Wiki, where we have started to transfer a short listing of Scottish Firsts off the page it started on, and moving its contents into a proper category, which is how it should have been dealt with to start with. But then again, we never really thought about it when we spotted the first few firsts.
A dog has had a pacemaker fitted in the first operation of its kind in Scotland.
Angus, a two-year-old Dandie Dinmont terrier, had an operation on Saturday to fit the device.
He had a slow heart beat and could not exercise properly. The condition also caused him to collapse at times.
Two-year-old dog has pacemaker fitted in Scottish first
His owner, Ian Morrison, said the usually lively pet started to show signs of the condition a few weeks ago.
He said: “He’s such a lively little dog and has always been healthy. But a few weeks ago we took him out for a walk in Culross and he just lay down. We thought he was just fooling around, but then he did it again.
“The fact that Angus is only two, and had been very healthy, made fitting a pacemaker a viable option for him. But it’s an expensive procedure – it’s just as well we have insurance for him.”
Angus is now recovering at Inglis Veterinary Hospital in Dunfermline.
It’s true, it must be, the Beeb ran the story on breakfast telly this morning.
Americans send their cats to kittygarten in the belief that their pet can be trained to sit on command, walk on a lead, and sit quietly while they have they have their claws clipped. Well, it is said that a fool and their money are soon parted.
Let’s look at the popular maxim applied to cats and dogs:
Dogs have masters, cats have slaves.
Which part of that is beyond the American cat owner?
Dogs are pack animals at heart, and need a dominant owner to ensure they have a happy life. They don’t need submissive, indulgent owners that treat them as playthings, (or worse, as little people), allow them to dominate their households, and end up misbehaving and being classed as dangerous, which is the almost inevitable result of such “loving” care.
Cats are solitary, and can survive quite happily without the “guidance” of humans, and watching the report on kittygarten showed little more than the use of bribery through food to divert the cat’s attention, or the offering of advice that would be obvious to anyone that stopped and thought for a moment. For example, one owner was advised not to try and trim all the cat’s claws at one time if their cat got restless after a few were trimmed. Good money if you can get it.
Probably the best example comes from film and TV, where animal wranglers are used to get dogs and cats to perform on screen. The dogs are trained to perform their piece, and shooting (of the scene, not the animal) generally follows a schedule. When they have to wrangle cats, things go a little differently, and these people are not stupid, depending on their wrangling skills for their income, if they do it wrong, they’re out of a job. The smart ones don’t try and train the cat to get their scene – instead, they study the cat and learn what it will and won’t do, then they arrange their shots to take advantage of what their star would be doing anyway. Much smarter than shouting and bawling at the cat, which will probably respond by going to sleep.
The sad thing was the response from some viewers, who still think that their neighbours and their cats have personal agendas against them, and used the opportunity to complain about both and how the cats don’t stay only in their owner’s garden, and that cats are decimating the country’s wildlife.
Again, the first complaint shows they think the cats are human, and understand the concept of “garden” and “fence”, while the second shows prejudice, or they’re just vexed by the cat’s disdain towards them – or they just don’t like their neighbours, and any excuse for a fight will do . With or without humans around cats will hunt and kill prey, oddly enough that’s part of what being a cat (and not a human) entails. And I suppose wrongly applying human values to animal behaviour is part of what being a poorly informed human entails too.
Education… one of the wonders of the modern world.