Finished making and hanging the picket gates to contain mein Hund, a Siberian Husky named Echo. I love my dog; he's such a great walking companion, he never bothers me. Oh, sure he is a predator by design, and he will attack and devour any stupid self-serving squirrel or feline that enters his arena: but I like how harshly he deals with things that transgress him, it brings to mind the way the Trinity will consume with fire those who failed to repent in this age. Yes, he is a charming beast who desires above all to be part of the pack, a part of the family. I appreciate his loyalty to our 'pack'. Echo is a manly man's dog; that is why he is such a joyful fellow to be around.
Another article which indicates the superiority of OpenBSD over any linux distribution -- well, Gentoo's not quite god-forsaken..yet -- and over any run of windows by Gates. http://www.computerworld.com.au/index.php/id;1375194866;fp;2;fpid;1
Time to get up and pray before going to the Liturgy. Luke has arrived to snuggle; he's way better than my mo. thru fr. alarm clock:)
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My mom has a malamut Husky named Tundra. In a manly man style, even though Tundra is more the 'handsome actor' type, he killed the neighbours chickens. It wasn't my mom's favorite thing to go over and apologize, but she did. The thing was Tundra didn't eat them, he just killed them, ah....for sport, I imagine.
After the walk of shame next door, and profuse apologies, our neighbour Alice still was very displeased. We learned that they were not just chickens, but PETS! IRrePLACEable PETS. My mom said she thought that was weird, but she conjured up as much heartfelt compassion as she could. As well she offered to help with a proper burial and to pay for the loss. Alice would have none of it. My mom's a farmer and so she kind of looks upon livestock as just that.
She offered several things in an attempt to reconcile, but nothing would work.
Finally she threw up her hands, in a way my mom almost never does and said: "oh for pete's sake, THEY'RE CHICKENS!"
United Poultry Concerns (UPC) chicken lover Karen Davis, who sleeps with chickens in her bed, has said chickens are "interesting and personable" and "intelligent," saying one favored feathered friend is "a lovely flower who just happens to be a bird."
But she has also anthropomorphized the birds to the point where she names them after concentration-camp survivors; she’s also certain that whenever a truck full of broiler hens whizzes past her home, her adopted chickens can feel it. “All of our birds are so upset,” Jones says. “They’re picking up on the distress of the other animals.” After a truck passes, she immediately goes “driving up and down the road, hoping, hoping someone [a chicken] has fallen out.”
LOL!!! (am i insensitive?)
oh wow!
well, hopefully karen doesn't find herself nesting one day on menzies street.
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