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August 28, 2009

STOP NOSING ME!!!!

I feel so violated.

All my life, I've been lied to: apparently, an old dog can learn new tricks.

My mini wiener dog has taken to nosing me (placing his cold, wet little nose on my bare shins) when he wants something. It is very effective.

I have to go now. He is nosing me again. I think he wants to go outside.

Posted by Cassandra at August 28, 2009 07:37 PM

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"Puck" (Black Lab-Akita mix, 13 years young) will go to the back door and just wait until someone sees that he wants out. If it takes too long for one of us to notice, he'll give a gentle reminder bark, sort of like "ahem"; same thing when he wants back in. He's got us well trained.

Posted by: I Call BS at August 28, 2009 07:58 PM

I suppose I should feel flattered.

Until now, the only thing I'd ever seen him nose was the refridgerator.

When he wants something to eat, he bonks the refridge with his nose, then runs over to where we're standing and barks, then runs back over and bonks the door of the fridge.

Humans are not too bright :p

Posted by: Cassandra at August 28, 2009 08:02 PM

We just need a little practice is all.

Posted by: I Call BS at August 28, 2009 08:09 PM

My cat sits and waits patiently for breakfast/supper. If that doesn't work, she meows and mutters and gets in your way. And if that doesn't work, she starts pressing her paw into your upper arm or shoulder while looking directly into your face... and adds just a touch of claw to get your attention.

Posted by: FbL at August 28, 2009 08:11 PM

Oh, as far as feeling violated...

That's what you get for uncovering your ankles, you wicked woman!

Posted by: FbL at August 28, 2009 08:12 PM

My late cat would come into the room and just very aristocratically place himself in the center looking silently at you. Or you could find him in a kitchen sitting silently but very aristocratically next to his empty bowl. The way he would carry himself had enough "shame on you, commoner" look without any meowing. He would only meow at night, once, softly, right into your ear. If that did not work, he would start licking your face...sigh...I miss him so much...

Posted by: olga at August 28, 2009 08:41 PM

I'm so sorry, Olga.

They entwine themselves with our hearts, for sure. I still miss the family beagle (Molly) and she passed away at least 9 years ago.

Posted by: Cassandra at August 28, 2009 09:03 PM

olga - we can't have any more kids (short of adoption or divine intervention) but we discovered we could have kittens - we recently rescued two kittens (brother and sister) from our local shelter and we are so happy we did - the kids still sulk and growl and spit and hiss and demand money and cars but the kittens purr and nuzzle and cuddle - the one kitten nuzzles our faces once we start to stir in the morning (he does not disturb our sleep, unless it's at 3 am when he and the girl kitten start acting like lunatics running all over the bedroom) then rubs his furry face all our faces and purrs ... we're still leaving food out all the time as they are still quite young - maybe 10 or 12 weeks old - so there's no begging ... yet - it's like having cute loving little kids all over again

Posted by: I Call BS at August 28, 2009 10:59 PM

My dogs nose me when they believe they should be receiving the attention I'm devoting to something else, such as one of the other dogs.

It's not disconcerting unless one of them decides *my* nose needs to be nosed, and they're springy enough to do that even when I'm standing -- and I ain't short...

Posted by: BillT at August 29, 2009 07:43 AM

Our Yorkie has mastered the art of an outraged impatience when we fail to respond appropriately to something she believes is important. She cocks her head to the side, ears at attention, and a distinct snarl usually found only on cheap, German lounge singers, straddling a chair like Madelyn Kahn in Blazing Saddles: "I'm Tired!" A true dog with a 'tude.

This is our sixth Yorkie. We remember each of them for their various personalities. I recommned the "Rainbow Bridge" to those who mourn the loss of their family pet. We are better for having them around for an all-to-short a time.

Uh Oh! She is giving me THE LOOK. I have seen that loot in my wife. I think it is a conspiracy.

Posted by: vet66 at August 29, 2009 09:42 AM

Yeah, but when your *wife* pokes you with her nose, you know what she wants...

Posted by: BillT at August 29, 2009 10:00 AM

It's a good thing for women that we men don't have cold wet noses!

Posted by: Rex at August 29, 2009 10:45 AM

I miss Punkin. She was a Peke-Pom mix, and was our heart's delight for 17 years. I had taught her to do some tricks, but when I married and moved away, my parents insisted she stay with them. After I had my first baby, she was the guardian goggie. She would watch him and come and get me if he stirred. I never taught her that; she did it on her own. She also made sure he was clean; licked his face and hands after I had gotten him all spiffed up.

She used to attack the mail, and detested joggers. She let me know she needed something by sitting next to me and then sitting up and begging. Dogs are truly Good People.

Posted by: Cricket at August 29, 2009 10:45 AM

It's a good thing for women that we men don't have cold wet noses!

Heh. Though now that I think of it, hands seem to work fairly well in that regard :)

Posted by: Cassandra at August 29, 2009 11:46 AM

Cass, your little dog is polite and very cute. On the other hand, my 90 lb. male Chesapeake is a notorious leg-humper and hit me with a head butt the other day - ouch.

Posted by: Mark at August 29, 2009 12:09 PM

Dogs work hard to train their owners. Most of them (the dogs that is) have about the intelligence of a 3 year old child. And three year olds--of all kinds--seem to be able to get their way.

Posted by: Mike Myers at August 29, 2009 01:35 PM

Behold, mortals, I am the thread-killer! I possess the uncanny knack of pissing off the host and shutting down further comment! How did I get this godlike ability? Unknown. Like Minerva, I sprang fully formed from Zeus' forehead, so I blame the parent.

Wait for it: "I liketh not wiener dogs over much!" Runneth for thy lives, mortals, as thy thread cometh crashing down! Muhahahahaha!

Posted by: a former european at August 29, 2009 06:41 PM

I taught my Yorkie to roll over and fetch. My Yorkie taught me how to beg...

BillT; You want to kill a moment, try cold hands on the object of your affections. Remember when idiot men thought women were desirous of cold tongues so we sucked on ice cubes as foreplay? One of my teeth is still loose. Try explaining that to your dentist...

Posted by: vet66 at August 29, 2009 07:43 PM

Cassandra,
yes, they take our hearts with them when they are gone... between our previous cat and Rhonnie, we went 17 years without a pet, could not imagine another one taking his place, and my Markiz still comes into my dreams...
Bill,
that nose-to-nose nosing your dogs do must be a sight :o)
Vet66,
my former co-worker has a yorkie, every Thus they go to their Hamptons house for the weekend. When they start packing and ready to leave, Max gets worried that he might be forgotten (never happened) and he drags his bed and a bowl to the front door and sits in front of the front door next to his stuff - you need to get pass him to get out of the apartment LOL

Posted by: olga at August 29, 2009 09:11 PM

Bill, that nose-to-nose nosing your dogs do must be a sight

When I'm sitting down, it's pretty humorous. When I'm standing up, it's like getting a wet fish in the snoot...

BillT; You want to kill a moment, try cold hands on the object of your affections.

They showed "Night of the Living Dead at the "O" Club hootch in Can Tho one night, and I was drinking my usual beer-with-ice. Lin, Lanh, and Lon, the three waitresses, were standing in front of me, rapt in the sight of Zombies From Pittsburgh shambling toward the survivors in the farmhouse. Just as the final carnage was about to take place, I switched beer-with-ice hands and placed my suitably-chilled paw on Lin's bare shoulder.

I think they heard the scream in Australia...

Posted by: BillT at August 30, 2009 01:28 AM

BillT, the cat is looking at me funny because I just finished shrieking with laughter!

OMG, you are bad!

Posted by: FbL at August 30, 2009 01:41 AM

I'm not bad, I'm just drawn that way.

Which doesn't speak well for my artistic abilities...

Posted by: BillT at August 30, 2009 04:16 AM

So we have you to blame for the salutation:

GI numba 10-VC numba 1?

The difference between th "O" club and the "EM" club was we didn't touch their shoulder...OVER!

Posted by: vet66 at August 30, 2009 09:16 AM

Geez, you must've been hanging around Tu Do Street too long. And you reached *over* their shoulders?

Ta cho, ca chu-ah! Doi bec dinky-dau!

Posted by: BillT at August 30, 2009 09:31 AM

Behold, mortals, I am the thread-killer! I possess the uncanny knack of pissing off the host and shutting down further comment! How did I get this godlike ability? Unknown. Like Minerva, I sprang fully formed from Zeus' forehead, so I blame the parent.

afe, it's hard for me to understand how you could not realize why your comment would bother me.

I truly do not understand. But rather than get angry, I tried to defuse the situation.

Finding a person who has never done anything stupid in their life is sort of like looking for a needle in a haystack. I don't think such a person deserves to be raped. Or beaten up.

And I wouldn't want to live in a society that didn't punish those acts. The suggestion that there is something "uppity" about a rape victim wanting to see her attacker punished is pretty obscene. That suggestion is what I objected to in Stacy's post.

It's wrong, and you will never get me to say anything other than that. No one asked you to feel sorry for her. My only point was that rape is a crime and if she was raped, there's not a thing wrong with wanting to bring the attacker to justice.

And blaming any of this on feminism really is pretty lame. If it's "feminism" to want to see rapists put behind bars, then I guess I'm a feminist too.

Posted by: Cassandra at August 30, 2009 11:15 AM

Mike? What's the pool on me up to right now? What's it up to? What is it, three hundred dollars -- is that it? Three hundred? I'm a school teacher. I teach English Composition in this little town called Addley, Pennsylvania. The last eleven years, I've been at Thomas Alva Edison High School. I was coach of the baseball team in the spring time. Back home when I tell people what I do for a living, they think, well, that, that figures. But over here it's a big, a big mystery. So I guess I've changed some. Sometimes I wonder if I've changed so much my wife is ever gonna recognize me whenever it is I get back to her and how I'll ever be able to tell her about days like today. Ryan?... I don't know anything about Ryan. I don't care. Man means nothin' to me. It's just a name. But if ... you know ... if going to Ramel and finding him so he can go home, if that earns me the right to get back to my wife -- well, then, then that's my mission. You wanna leave? You wanna go off and fight the war? Alright. Alright, I won't stop you. I'll even put in the paperwork. I just know that every man I kill, the farther away from home I feel

-Saving Private Ryan - 1998

Posted by: Drive-by Capt. Miller at August 30, 2009 02:23 PM

Wow! No wonder you got mad at me, Cass! How did you get that position from my post? I am not excusing the behavior of any criminal, much less a rapist. My previous posts should have suggested that I am to the right of Texas on that topic, i.e. fry em all and let God sort them out, when you are taking about murderers, rapists, child molesters, etc.

My take was one of personal responsibility, and that actions have consequences. Yes, it is often the case that a totally innocent person is victimized by a horrendous crime. I do have much sympathy for such a situation.

It is also true, however, that bad things happen to people who are just pushing the limits and taking wild and dangerous chances with their lives. These knuckleheads I have no sympathy for.

You and I have gone round and round on previous gender or feminism posts about what I call the female double standard (which is really just a way to excuse any responsibility for one's own behavior). For example, you and I have previously discussed the problem of modern young girls dressing like hookers when going out. I was witness to an incident at a friends house a few years ago, where the daughter was going to some party dressed in practically nothing. The mother and the daughter got into a fight where the mom refused to let her go out dressed like that, while the daughter screamed obscenities at the mom and stormed out shouting something about "it's my life" and "I can do what I want".

Later the daughter came home from the party ctying because some boy had groped her. I tried hard not to laugh in her face. What is so difficult to believe about a girl who dresses like a hooker being assumed by a young boy to be a girl of, shall we say, "easy virtue"? Only a total lack of personal responsibility and acceptance that actions have consequences allows this type of goofy thinking. I also blame the parents, because any of that type of behavior would never have been tolerated in my house. A whupping was definitely in order, plus grounding or other punishment. If any child I raised ever told me that "it's my life and I'll do what I want", I would have said sure, go live your life, but not under my roof or care, and don't let the door hit your ass on the way out.

I know it is in the nature of most women to be the nurturers and comforters; the dispensers of hugs and healers of owies. This is an important role. Taken too far, however, it can lead to immaturity and a lack of responsibility. The rise of the nanny state, where noone need ever suffer or want is a feminine influence on society writ large.

Men/fathers also have an important role in preparing a child to take on the burdens and responsibilities of adulthood and life. This usually takes the form of "toughening up" a child to take on lifes challenges. It is not easy to be responsible and honorable. Life is hard, and doing the right thing in it even harder. Holding people accountable for their actions and dispensing justice (whether in a formal or karmic sense) is not popular in today's female/permissive society -- it is much more acceptable to hug and kiss the boo-boos away. The traditional "mommy" role is acceptable, while the traditional "daddy" role is frowned upon. I don't think that is good for a person, or good for society.

Posted by: a former european at August 31, 2009 08:03 PM

Well, afe, I agree with you.

I will say that young girls frequently have no idea what the consequences of dressing skimpily can be. Believe it or not, I remember being that age :p I lost track of the times my Dad sent me packing back to my room to put on a longer pair of shorts or a blouse over the halter top or tube top I was wearing. I made my boys go back into the house and put on a shirt with a collar and pants that weren't hanging off their butts many a time. They tried to get away with dressing like their friends, but I didn't tolerate it either. It is funny - one night my oldest boy snuck out in clothes I wouldn't have approved. He and his friends got hassled by the cops and I told him, "Well, what the heck did you expect? You looked like a hood." He never have me much trouble after that about putting on decent clothes :p So there are parallels with boys.

To my girlish mind, I was just dressing like models in magazines. It wasn't until I started dating my husband and he almost got into a fight b/c some guy was bothering me at a party that I truly understood why girls have to be careful.

That said, I don't think it's ever right to grope someone you don't even know, no matter HOW they're dressed. When you stop to think about it, a person's attire doesn't give anyone permission to do something that is never acceptable. I completely understand your point about not being surprised when it happens, but there is (I think) something guys really don't understand.

Girls get groped in school hallways even when their attire is ladylike and not revealing. Some guys really do a lot of things that are pretty inexcusable. I actually think things have gotten better now than they were when I was younger.

The main reason you and I have gone around and around is because I admit that some women act badly but I don't agree that one person's bad behavior excuses another's. Also, it may be that I'm not understanding your points, but sometimes it sounds as though you are excusing bad behavior from guys as "justified" b/c a woman acts foolishly or wrongly.

I don't ever believe two wrongs make a right. I can separate understanding how someone might do the wrong thing from condoning the behavior. When girls fail to conduct themselves with propriety, it makes it harder for (and less likely that) boys will behave well.

But it does not excuse their lapses - they are wrong, too.

Posted by: Cassandra at August 31, 2009 08:20 PM

>I lost track of the times my Dad sent me packing back to my room to put on a longer pair of shorts or a blouse over the halter top or tube top I was wearing.

On the otter heiny, I don't think I would ever have dreamed of "screaming obscenities ... or shouting "it's my life" and "I can do what I want".

My Mom and Dad wouldn't have let me out of the house and that would have been that :p

Posted by: Cassandra at August 31, 2009 10:04 PM

On the otter heiny, I don't think I would ever have dreamed of "screaming obscenities ... or shouting "it's my life" and "I can do what I want".

My Mom and Dad wouldn't have let me out of the house and that would have been that

Nope. Patience is a parental virtue entrusted by eveolution, and unsurpassed by any other being, except, perhaps, fisherman.

Posted by: Old Man rdr at September 1, 2009 03:03 PM

I surely would have been grounded had I spoken to my mother that way, and Daddy may very well have tanned my hide... But then again, I didn't try to dress like a harlot, either.

Posted by: Miss Ladybug at September 1, 2009 03:41 PM

I love VC. I could not possibly abandon any emporium that sparked such good natured wit and and wisdom such as:

A. "...pants that weren't hanging off their butts many a time"

B. "Holding people accountable for their actions and dispensing justice (whether in a formal or karmic sense)..."

C. "Zombies From Pittsburgh shambling toward the survivors in the farmhouse"

D. "I taught my Yorkie to roll over and fetch. My Yorkie taught me how to beg..."

E. "One of my teeth is still loose."

F. "Ta cho, ca chu-ah! Doi bec dinky-dau!" and

G. Just as the final carnage was about to take place, I switched beer-with-ice hands and placed my suitably-chilled paw on Lin's bare shoulder.

I think they heard the scream in Australia...


How in the love of Mike am I ever going to explain this to mrs. rdr?

D.

Posted by: spd rdr at September 1, 2009 04:31 PM

I am rather fond of you guys, too, spd. More than you boneheads will ever know.

Posted by: Cassandra at September 1, 2009 05:38 PM

"you boneheads"
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh...
You rang?

Posted by: bt_the-Lurch_hun at September 1, 2009 06:38 PM

It was a dark night, a night as dark as nights generally around these parts, and maybe even more so. I couldn't tell. The lights were on.

I lying on the kitchen floor teaching my Yorkie to roll over and fetch between longs pulls from on open bottle of Old Thread Killer...mine, not the Yorkie's. Pretty soon, like Minerva, I was springing fully formed from the head of Zeus, or rather, into the head of Zeus, and both he and my Yorkie were teaching me to beg. I was "screaming obscenities ... or shouting "it's my life" and "I can do what I want". I can't remember. But one of my teeth is still loose.

Like I said, it was a dark night. The kind of night where Zombies from Pittsburgh would shamble in pants that weren't hanging off their butts many a time towards farmhouse where the last survivors were pushing the limits and taking wild and dangerous chances with their lives to hold people accountable for their actions and dispense justice in a formal or karmic sense.

Just as the final carnage was about to take place, I switched beer-with-ice hands and placed my suitably-chilled paw on Yorkies's bare shoulder.

I think they heard the scream in Australia...

Posted by: spd rdr at September 1, 2009 06:51 PM

spd forgot to mention that he was dressed like a slut :p

Posted by: Cassandra at September 1, 2009 07:03 PM

I was not! That was Yorkie!

Posted by: spd rdr at September 1, 2009 07:14 PM

lol

I forgot something at the office...be back in a while...

Posted by: Miss Ladybug at September 1, 2009 07:23 PM

Yorkies do not wear red fishnets.

I rest my case.

Posted by: Cassandra at September 1, 2009 07:29 PM

"Yorkie" is a singular gal, and she wears only fur.

Posted by: spd rdr at September 1, 2009 08:50 PM

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