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Fantastic Beasts and how we live with them
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Broke up with his friend with benefits, did he?
Im trying to teach my lab to open/close doors.
I attached ropes to the door knobs for him to grab.
This lil goober.... dude will walk into a room, pull the cord on the outside doorknob so that the door closed BEHIND him... and then get upset because he closed himself in a room.
Lmao.
For whatever reason, i cant get him to go OUT of a room and close the door. Whenever i point at the door knob and say "close", he will go IN the room and close the door
I attached ropes to the door knobs for him to grab.
This lil goober.... dude will walk into a room, pull the cord on the outside doorknob so that the door closed BEHIND him... and then get upset because he closed himself in a room.
Lmao.
For whatever reason, i cant get him to go OUT of a room and close the door. Whenever i point at the door knob and say "close", he will go IN the room and close the door
Yeah, it's like they can be trained to perform any physical action, but the reasoning/problem solving behind it is more difficult. Still exceeds the median human capability.
My dog is a Bichon Frise, 14 years old, and called Alfie.
He can be a little shit sometimes, with an attitude to match, but I love him to bits.
He can be a little shit sometimes, with an attitude to match, but I love him to bits.
Whenever my wife says the word "shitbag" both my dog and I look up at the same time.
The thumb is a wonderful thing. With the thumb, we can grip things. Once you can grip, you can do all sorts of things (like operate doors).
Wouldn't it be great if dogs had thumbs?
On second thought, maybe not. Imagine dogs with automatic weapons.
My kitty, Agapantha, was polydactyl. Once my husband asked a surgeon in our acquaintance if he'd ever considered the possibility of turning the extra toes of polydactyl cats into opposable thumbs. The surgeon missed the joke all together. That individual is now serving in Congress and still missing the point of so many things.
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Our sweet boy Baxter. Let him out one morning in January, 2020, and he got attacked by a coyote. I heard his screams and ran out to the ravine, about 200 feet from the house, down a hill, and found him. The coyote was scared away. Got Baxter in my arms, and carried him into the house, got him to the vet, but his chest was crushed and we had to let him go.
