My Great Pyrenees mix doggers does this too, but he's so...robust in build that his back is broad enough for him to balance. He kicks his back legs in the air to right himself. It's hilarious and I wish I had a video camera.
Owl O'Doom (great name!) I wouldn't have given this particular coworker credit for being clever enough to try to tell me a story like that to try to snooker me... ;)
I was a vegetarian for about ten years. During that time, I got used to being an object of curiosity among just about any group of people in which I found myself. My coworkers at the time were particularly baffled. We worked at a building in an industrial park where there weren't many food delivery options, so if someone was going to pick up food for themselves, passing around a menu was just good etiquette.
One thing I constantly encountered (especially with my mom) was that people seemed very concerned that I was able to get enough to eat. Another common reaction was that people would come to me with any information even remotely related to vegetarianism, regardless of its authenticity. As the story I related above.
For some reason, the first thing this made me think of was years ago, a coworker telling me in all seriousness that vegetarians could eat at KFC because KFC wasn't legally allowed to call themselves "Kentucky Fried Chicken" anymore, because they were supposedly lab-growing headless, skinless chickens that were never technically alive. I tried to tell him that they changed their moniker to "KFC" in an attempt to divert attention from the "Fried" part of the name, and that the Frankenchicken story was just an urban legend, but he was convinced that what he was saying was true. The same coworker insisted that vegetarians could eat at Taco Bell because they used soy fillers in their taco meat. "But there's still meat," I said, and he agreed. "Then vegetarians can't eat it." I don't think he ever got what I was trying to say.
As for this? Would I try it? Ummmm. A resounding NO.
OMG. She's the same artist who did the "Chrissy Caviar" um...project. I knew the name struck a bell somewhere in my memory. I remember thinking at the time of the "Caviar" news item that she must just be an incredibly self-obsessed twit, but I do have to feel sorry for her if she's obviously got some parent issues. Some points for originality, but I was never comfortable with the "look at me" self-portraiture that some artists espouse (and I've been known to be an artist at times).
P.S. Dooflotchie is right. Far too often, stories involving kids and animals end in tragedy for the animal. How wonderful that these two boys were raised right.
Years ago, my parents were traveling home from a weekend trip. I was 16 and had stayed home with my 10-year-old brother. My parents found an injured kitten, about 6 months but hard to tell because he was very thin, on the side of the road. He had been hit by a car and his back leg had been shattered.
My parents knocked on doors near where they found the kitten and naturally no one would claim it. So, being unable to leave him there, they brought him home. My mom woke me up to tell me about this and warned that the kitten would probably not survive the night. My first sight of him was of a marmalade kitten, back leg a ghastly sight...but purring.
We took him to the vet the next morning. This being a country vet in a small town, he said he could amputate the leg for $45, or put the kitten to sleep for $15. My dad is a carpenter, and was working on a jobsite nearby. My mom went to ask my dad what he thought. The vet had warned that the cat would require special care and would not be able to go outside. My dad did not hesitate when he said that if he had wanted the cat to die he would have left him on the side of the road.
The cat proved to be amazingly resilient, and not only overcame his injury, but got around just as quickly as the other cats. He had a sweet and happy nature. We named him Malarkey, but he also answered to Tripod.
Stories like the Combine Cat are worth far more than anyone's attempt to spoil them.
I was a vegetarian for about ten years. During that time, I got used to being an object of curiosity among just about any group of people in which I found myself. My coworkers at the time were particularly baffled. We worked at a building in an industrial park where there weren't many food delivery options, so if someone was going to pick up food for themselves, passing around a menu was just good etiquette.
One thing I constantly encountered (especially with my mom) was that people seemed very concerned that I was able to get enough to eat. Another common reaction was that people would come to me with any information even remotely related to vegetarianism, regardless of its authenticity. As the story I related above.
As for this? Would I try it? Ummmm. A resounding NO.
Years ago, my parents were traveling home from a weekend trip. I was 16 and had stayed home with my 10-year-old brother. My parents found an injured kitten, about 6 months but hard to tell because he was very thin, on the side of the road. He had been hit by a car and his back leg had been shattered.
My parents knocked on doors near where they found the kitten and naturally no one would claim it. So, being unable to leave him there, they brought him home. My mom woke me up to tell me about this and warned that the kitten would probably not survive the night. My first sight of him was of a marmalade kitten, back leg a ghastly sight...but purring.
We took him to the vet the next morning. This being a country vet in a small town, he said he could amputate the leg for $45, or put the kitten to sleep for $15. My dad is a carpenter, and was working on a jobsite nearby. My mom went to ask my dad what he thought. The vet had warned that the cat would require special care and would not be able to go outside. My dad did not hesitate when he said that if he had wanted the cat to die he would have left him on the side of the road.
The cat proved to be amazingly resilient, and not only overcame his injury, but got around just as quickly as the other cats. He had a sweet and happy nature. We named him Malarkey, but he also answered to Tripod.
Stories like the Combine Cat are worth far more than anyone's attempt to spoil them.