Baldur

Baldur here,
I thought tonight was Robin's last night shift, but I may certainly be incorrect.
Auntie B will be back on later, she promises.
Right now she has a bit of packing to do, she has one suitcase just for support hose!

GOLDIEGIRL8

ok

Dragon

Jumping in for Auntie B to come to marius' rescue. The word you're looking for is Steam Roller. If only that steam roller could take care of the irritating fake bad english around here too then I wouldn't have to keep hitting my magic button quite so much.

Login

It should be stamped on...!

marius

Haha Login!

Anyway, got link below in an email. Pretty patterns.

These are pictures from recordings of conversations in sound waves made by whales and dolphins. Each picture is a different type.

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/science/picture-galleries/6644756/Whale-song-art-dolphin-calls-turn ed-into-kaleidoscopic-patterns-using-wavelets.html

Dragon

I have a question for Aunty B

Dear Aunty B,
I have a problem that comes on suddenly and intermittantly. Occasionally in the middle of a sentence me no english good. Talk good no.
Can you recommend a good course of tasering which I can proceed with at home?
Dragon thank you Aunty advice giving.

polenta

BEAUTIFUL KALEIDOSCOPIC PIC.

holidays

Who Auntie B?

Dragon

A thought has occured to me regarding indescriminantly blasting the forums with pointless nonsense.
If you go into the General Discussion page (or any of the forum pages for that matter) and see that your own name is the final entry for more than half of the threads then you are commenting too much.
Obviously if you can make comments on more than 8 threads in less than 2 minutes you are not having a conversation or putting any kind of thought into your posts.
Just my opinion.

matthew

Maddy (AKA Holidays)...


READ BACK!!! How many times must we tell you that people DO NOT LIKE TO REPEAT TEMSELVES!!!

GuessTheArtistGame

I guess some people liek to talk

marius

If you build it, they will come.
If you ignore it, will it go away?

matthew

It seems like it is taking Rachel a long time to complete deleting the accounts and blocking the IP of the art deleting culprit...

I also wonder why the comunity accounts can still comment... Was she not supposed to be stoping that as well?

marius

I do not know ... but it seems time for another Missouri Moment. This is one of my most favorite stories that Dad told when I was a wee one.

Once upon a time there was a hunter. He was an avid hunter and enjoyed it as much as the autumnal feasts of quail, duck and goose ... but first and foremost he loved Man's Best Friend. Throughout the years, there were many dogs that came and went, but there was one for which the hunter had a special affection. That dog was York and the affection was not just for the dog's pleasant nature, but also for York's other-worldly ability to find birds, to go on point at the perfect spot and to flush the birds at the exact best moment ... from the hunter's perspective, of course.

For this reason, York became beloved by the hunter's friends too. Everyone wanted to go hunting if York would be "working" that day. York was beauty in motion and to see him go on point almost brought tears to the hunter's eyes, each and every time.

York was so exceptional that the hunter was encouraged to breed him, in the hope for yet more wondrous dogs. The first litter was a promising joy and the hunter easily picked a new pup from the group. His name was Andy. Indeed, Andy proved to be an exceptional dog. He learned quickly, obeyed the rules of the field but he lacked the perfect timing of his Dad. He would not always go on point at the best moment, in the best place and his flushing abilities were notable, but alas they did not match the skills of the father.

But, then, came the grandchildren. The hunter was estactic when he selected a grandson who seemed to possess ALL the traits of the grandfather. The hunter took the pup home, named him Nick and began to train him in the ways of hunting. The early part of training far exceeded the hunter's expectations and the hunter could hardly wait to try the dog out in the field. When the big day came, the hunter packed all his gear, his long-time buddy York, another favorite, Rufus, and the new pup, into his station-wagon. The day was clear, crisp and full of promise so it was a great surprise to the hunter that when he let Nick loose, he saw a pandemonium and chaos like he'd never seen.

Nick, had no respect for other dogs on point. (This is VERY bad in the hunting world.) Not only did Nick ignore the other dogs on point, he would gleefully run into the covey of hiding birds and flush them before the hunter was anywhere within shooting range. This happened at each and every outing and nothing the hunter did seemed to entice Nick to be interested in field protocol. One night as the hunter pondered this situation and nursed his injured hopes with a whiskey, he realized the problem wasn't Nick.

Nick was merely a spirited young pup and all beginning dogs had problems with when to flush, go on point and all of that. No, the problem was York! The hunter realized with horror that his beloved York was letting him down. You see, after initial training by man, young dogs are trained by the other dogs in the field. If a youngster flushes too soon, the older dogs will let him know it is not acceptable. And so, man and beast work in harmony for field training. But York was not training or disciplining his grandson. The hunter was sure of this.

The next morning the hunter took York and Nick for a hunting trial. Sure enough, each and every time Nick ran wild with his delightful little soul, flushing birds way before he should have, the hunter noticed that York would gaze off into the wild blue yonder, behaving as if he thought his grandson's antics were embarrassing, but such are the ways of youth.

So, the crafty hunter came upon a plan. Each time Nick misbehaved, the hunter decided to discipline the grandfather, not the offending grandson. The hunter didn't need to use physical encouragement as he was not that kind of man and York was a sensitive soul. Words and demeanor would be enough. The first time rambunctious Nick flushed the birds too soon, the hunter told York exactly how he felt and York seemed rather amused. The next time York showed signs of distress to get in trouble for something he hadn't done. And finally, York began to show definite signs of irritation to get in trouble for his grandson's errors. That made the hunter smile.

The next time Andy ran wild and York got in trouble for it, the old grandfather dog chased out over the field and gave his grandson a sound thumping. After a few more rounds of thumping, Nick began to take note and things changed. By the end of the day, York and the hunter had put the little one in order and after that, Nick became an ideal hunting dog .... though never on par with grandad.

The End

Qsilv

Great heavens, marius, what a wonderful story THAT is! THANK you for it.

I do know animals who are strongly affected by just a disparaging look or a sound of disgust from their human. Generally that's all that's needed for training guide/helper dogs.

Often makes me wonder if we don't tend to "dumb down" our pets as well as kids and populace as a whole. Kind of an opposite extreme from anthropomorphization (er.. 4 pts?) ;>

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Yes ... what Q said!
You're a great story teller, marius. You had me captivated.
(shuffles off to look up anthropomo ..... )

Dragon

I always love a good dog story. Thank you marius.

belladonnis

Ditto on the story marius!
I got my girls a kitten from the litter that my mom's cat had and I CANNOT keep her out of my christmas tree!!!!! Our tree is pretty tall so when she get to the top I cant get her out........HELP........how do I keep her from climbing the tree? She WAS such a sweet little thing but now she is acting like a little demon. We named her Mazey but now that I think about it we probably should have named her Maddy;). No, she is a sweety just mischievous! Like right now.....she isnt in the tree but she is eyeing the gerbil cage very intently!!!

sheftali52

Marius--that was indeed a wonderful dog story! You're a gem for sharing that with us. Oh, and to answer a question from some time ago, Sheftali was never great with a gun in the military. Just got by when needed. Didn't grow up around guns like my husband did--he used to be an expert marksman. I handled a gun in the military maybe once a year, and that was that. Now that I'm retired, I'd like to learn better marksmanship. Should someone break into my house while I'm here, however, there are a couple of guns strategically located to provide good defense.

AuntieB

Dear Aunty B,
I have a problem that comes on suddenly and intermittantly. Occasionally in the middle of a sentence me no english good. Talk good no.
Can you recommend a good course of tasering which I can proceed with at home?
Dragon thank you Aunty advice giving.

Gentlest Listener,
Aunti B sympathizes with your problem, there are many people who seem to forget that tongues need to be reigned in and kept under control at all times.
Language is a very important skill, and it's proper usage can indeed make all the difference in the world.
I learned this from a Professor Henry Higgins, many, many years ago.
If you feel that your English is slipping a TASER may not be the answer for self discipline.
Buy your self one of those electronic dog collars, the type used to send a powerful yet harmless pulse of electricity to a contact point on the neck.
You can carry the remote for it subtly in your pocket and administer a quick jolt at any time.
Feel free to embellish the collar with a length of black velvet ribbon and a tasteful antique cameo to remain completely fashionable.
And do let me know how things turn out for you.
Auntie B really does care.