Black Cat Analogy? For my own use…

I just found this:

Black Cat Analogy

It’s very clever, but I was thinking, what about for me?

When I was little we had two cats, one creme with orange tips to his ears and tail (Eric), and a sort of purplish grey cat with a black face, ears, tail, legs,feet…

Yeah. Now we have this guy.

Gwynn in Snow 2011

So I decided perhaps it would also make sense if I were to adjust this to a Fluffy Pale Dog Analogy…

So then.

To set the scene, you’re out with your fluffy pale dog, enjoying the snow as it falls, and you’re letting him romp around in the snow…

PHILOSOPHY is sort of like, while on this walk, your dog (Let’s call him Gwynn) bounds off into the surrounding wooded area, and you lose sight of him. You can hear him though, and try spotting him by following the sounds.

METAPHYSICS is like if, on your walk, Gwynn runs over to the other side of a hill and is out of sight, and you call for him because you can’t hear him anymore. Then, when you go to follow where you last saw him go (and you’re sure he isn’t there anymore, as you’ve already called his name in varying tones of excitement and command), there is movement from the corner of your eye, and you can feel low in your heart that what comes back isn’t going to be your fluffy dog, but a slicked down dog who has found something to roll in…

(That thing was dead and half melted despite the snow)

THEOLOGY is like losing sight of Gwynn, and calling for him, and you see movement, and out from the scraggly underbrush comes–! An entirely different dog.

What? That’s not Gwynn!

SCIENCE is like getting tired of calling for Gwynn, he’s obviously found something interesting to sniff and/or roll in, so you start running, treats in hand. Surprise, surprise, Gwynn comes, and is more likely to come back again, because he knows you’re packin’ that dried liver he loves so much.

Yeah. Just a bit of fun 🙂  Maybe I’ll add more pictures to this later.

But I’m Orange Too!

So, Lexy left to go to a friend’s house for a pumpkin carving party (pictures later) at about 2:15-2:30, and this is what I’m seeing Gwynn doing.

In both Light…

…And in Darkness, he waits…
For Her return…

(Seriously, he didn’t even twitch when I turned on and off the lights. And sorry about picture quality :D)

I’m sure he wishes he could be there for her, WITH her, right now (RIGHT NOW!!!), but as he would try to eat the pumpkins, he’s been left behind. “But I’m orange too!” He would likely protest. “Why can’t I come too?”

Lexy is probably going to bring him some pumpkin guts for a snack later, but as far as he’s concerned, she’s gone to war and he’s stuck at home awaiting her return.

There will be lots of bouncing and love and kisses when she returns. If I can, I’ll try to capture it on camera.

Musical Monday – SHINee Sherlock

Because I feel like a lot of Video Vendredi would otherwise turn into a lot of music videos, I’m going to try to restrict that to Musical Mondays 😀

I realize that last Friday’s video included music, but it wasn’t a band, and it wasn’t specifically a music video.

So This category will be for random songs I like (maybe am in a funk and keep listening to the song), videos I think are fun, interesting, funny, etc… and in general This is my way of pushing my varied taste in music to the world.

If anyone has any suggestions, or personal likes, or maybe a band that they think is cool but not that many people like them or know of them, comment 😀

For today, Here is A mix of two enthusiastic posts from the past mixed, as well as a bit of something for dog owners and noticing things.

For my post on SHINee (and kpop), click HERE, for my post on Sherlock, click HERE (and here for the follow up), and check out my Video Vendredi and future Musical Mondays! Isn’t Alliteration fun?!


For dog owners: Am I the only one who noticed the dog wasn’t fixed in the first time I watched this? Lexy?

For everyone else: Did you re watch this to check?

For absolutely everyone did you notice:

iWatson on the computer at the end?

Ridiculously long hair? (at 1:00)

How hilarious that walk is at 1:32?

How awesome Taemin is at 2:53 and 3:01??? I love him in a Top Hat 😀

Hope you enjoyed the dancing and music, this is a video from their new album (2012) called Sherlock… this of course means I have been fangirl-ing all over this to an epic degree…

Lexy, hope you enjoy yet another bit of annoyingness 😀

BONUS: Watch only the dancing HERE

Dog Training: How to Ignore Cats

First of all, for more on dog training and on general dog-related things, I would go to my Sister’s blog HERE because with me in university, she has quite a bit more contact with our pooch now.

Gwynn is an Aussie-doodle (australian shepherd and poodle mix) with a good temperament, plays well with dogs, and has an unfortunate habit of going batshit crazy over cats.

When visiting relatives/ family friends who have cats, he will go absolutely bonkers to get to them t play.

Cats are a new species to him, a strange and mysterious one that he ha never had the chance to play with before.

To him, they are like leprechauns. Ones that you (and it seems like only you) see every once in a while. It is very confusing for him when he sees a cat on the porch of some house, or walking down the street, because he wants to play with that cat so badly, an it doesn’t seem as though Lexy or I have caught sight of the Leprecat, even though it’s RIGHT THERE.

This is a bit of a bother to my sister and I, and to the rest of the family, because it’s very hard to have a nice family visit with the Dog there acting like a cat addict going through withdrawal symptoms while we wave cats in front of his face.

We aren’t, by the way, waving cats in front of his face.

BUT to hep stop him from going through this act of apeshit crazyness, we have worked on training him out of it when we can.

I managed to take a video of it a while back, when we were going for a walk and happened to see a cat hanging out on the porch of one house.

Here is what happened.

To explain the training a bit better, we are trying to train Gwynn to get into the habit of thinking that when he sees a cat, he should sit down and look to Lexy (or, later, whoever is holding the leash).

Since the cat was there, we had him sit down next to Lexy and he would get a treat every time he looked up at my sister.

We didn’t have a clicker on hand with us, so when he looked up at my sister she said “yes” to indicate what she was giving him a treat for. He looks up, “yes”, Treat.

That way, if he looked away before my sister managed to get the treat for him, he wouldn’t get confused and think he was getting the treat for looking at the cat.

This is working somewhat, but since it’s rare that we find a cat willing to stick around for us to stand there and play this training game, it is slow going.

To give you an idea of why, exactly, we would like him to at least calm down a little in regards to cats, it isn’t just for social reasons.

When walking, if we don’t see the cat before Gwynn does, he will lunge towards the cat with the probable hope taht if he can just get to it fast enough, they could be friends.

This usually results in my sisters arm to get jerked (painfully, as it has happened to me as well), and risk loosing grip of his leash.

This is not good.

If anyone has any other suggestions on how to teach your dog to be calm around cats, please feel free to mention, and please check out my sisters blog for more 😀

I believe she has a section describing the training classes that she (and I, earlier) have gone to, and other training tricks of hers.

Also feel free to share any funny walking stories. I think that this kind of training can be done for squirrels as well 😉

Thanks!

I Miss My Dog

Because he is my dog. MINE.

Lexy may have first claim over him, because, you know, she bought him, she pays for his food, she goes on most walks with him (MORNING walks, even when it’s crap out)… all that stuff matters not.

Because he is also MY dog.

I miss him.

Of course I miss my family too, but there is something about the family animal that sort of sticks with you.

I want to crouch down and have him sit down between my knees for a cuddle.

Or, possibly, walk up to me and turn around in his ever so classy “Here is my bum” with implied “Scratch it” pose.

I want to see him do an all around stretch, starting with downward facing dog and moving on to cobra before finishing with a funny face and a shake. If this shake produces little fluffs of fur in the air, that is fine.


Hugs from my family are awesome, but giving a hug to my dog is an overall fluffier experience.

Recently, as broadcasted by my sister HERE, it was my birthday 😀

Very exciting, yes, and one of my friends gave me a particular gift.

She gave me a stuffed dog…

This looks nothing like my dog, so that’s not the point of this, but I have been very stressed lately, and it is the kind of stuffed animal that has been stuffed to fair solidness, and so it is a wonderful stress-hug-thing to hug, because it doesn’t feel like hugging a towel.

I do like squishy stuffed animals, by the way, but when you need a hug and you need it to feel solid…

Well.

I just really miss having Gwynn around.

Currently the only thing that’s living with me (roommates don’t count, it’s more like they’re living next to me) is my aloe plant, something I begged off of family because I needed SOMETHING around.

It’s grown some since I got it.

I think I should name it as well...

But because I’m happy that I’m able to get some stress off by squeezing the air from the stuffing of my dog (currently nameless, but a boy for his manly image), I’m going to post some pictures.

Manly pattern means manly dog... And his eyes and nose are so soft!

If you have a name suggestion for my dear, manly pooch, I’d love to hear it!

I love my new poochie, but I still Miss Gwynn

Thank you!

P.S. Lexy, please send me family and dog pictures. I see you in a week or so, but I would like them regardless.

I miss you all! Give puppy a rub down for me!

Family and ‘Family’

Time with the family is always fun, and as I’ve said before, I’m really glad for the new 2 reading weeks.

Currently, I am again writing on the go, this time in the car.

The family and I are heading out yonder to visit with other family and ‘family’ who all happen to live about 3 hours away.

‘Family’, if you don’t know the term (commonly said with ‘air quotes’) are family friends who you have known since you were little, or have become the ‘chosen’ family of the family.

The ‘family’ that we visit are people who when I was younger I thought that they were aunt/uncle and cousins.

They are still sort-of relatives, but in a secret way.

A ‘secret’ way.

(When I start to mention them, I still refer to them as family though I don’t call them my aunt __ or uncle__ or cousins __, __, and __, but instead call them family while a sort-of twitch/grimace overcomes my face, and then I repeat family with air quotes and then try to explain. It adds about a minute and a half to my explanations, though I’m getting better at shortening it to “They’re family friends”. ‘Secret’ family.)

This ‘Secret’ family has two cats now, the two most adorable tuxedo-ed balls of fluff I’ve see in a while, and Gwynn has very little cat-conversation skills.

This means that he goes ape-shit crazy over felines in general.

We are trying to civilize him to the manner of don’t-try-to-lick-or-drool-on-the-cat Cat manners.

It’s taking some work.

But some family of ours has farm country (I believe that Lexy has mentioned it in her blog at least once) and two dogs, so now that we have Gwynn we have to trust Sammy and Odie to teach our city slicker puppy to NOT go to the other farm turf, and to tire him out suitably. Farm dogs can do that.

In the cartoon world Insanity has made in my mind, cartoon country dogs always have a stalk of grass poking out the corner of their mouths. They’re relaxed, and tired, but turn into army commanders when the dog from the next property over tries to invade their Territory, and savage gang fighters when they meet raccoons.

Army commanders have shades suddenly.

Savage gang fighters style their now-raised hackles into punky spikes.

Insanity giggles.

Eventually I will figure out my scanner and will be able to post my own pictures…

We are also visiting Grandma. She has Alzheimer’s.

Sometimes it’s funny, but generally it’s sad.

One other thing about the relatives with the farm, they have a 4 year old.

We take turns amusing her. I’m posting this (we’re out of the car now :D) and she’s asking me if my laptop is magic.

I didn’t want to lie like I did when she was two, so I pointed to the lights and said that it was as magic as the lights. Of course, lat time I lied to her about electricity being magic, it was asking why a lightbulb works, sooo…

Young kids are adorable, but when you want to do something else, you don’t really want to hook monkeys in a barrel together. What a surprise.

Gabbie says ‘Hi’

ffffffffff FFFFFF fffff  (this is me showing Gabbie how the keyboard works)

Here is Gabbie typing her name:

gabbi sullivan

Isn’t it amazing? mom (also her spelling mom)

Calling all Ottawarriors! A Dog Park if you Please.

Lexy has recently posted a blog (HERE) about the awesome dog park that’s not close to Toronto, and is also not close to where I live, but is significantly closer to me than her… Well, reading it, I was reminded of the Googled searches for a dog park to bring Gwynn while the fam-jam was visiting.

Of course, he got lots of walking opportunities, and we met a lot of dogs and their owners at the Byward market,but still, it would have been nice to know that there was a dog park near-by so that we weren’t limited by the flow of humanity who had to get past Gwynn and his new friends.

Surprise surprise, the Byward Market (a Farmers market and kind of like Kensington Market in Toronto) is busy on weekends.

On a quick side note, I thought it would likely be a bit less busy than it was any other weekend that I’ve gone down there, what with most to all students being away with their families, but no, Thanksgiving weekend is a huge lure to the tourist traffic.

So yes, we got lots of exercise while exercising the puppy, my feet had that stretchy ache of too-much-walking, but one of the great thing about Dog Parks is that you can walk around and then stand still for a while and your dog STILL gets exercise, going on a rompage around you with the other poochies.

So, Ottawarriors and visitors of the Ottowarian areas, could you please help out by telling the secrets of where the good dog parks are?

Where do you go when you want to hand with the other dog-owners and let your dogs frolic?

Where is it that you know where a dog park is? Even if you only know it’s there because it’s on the way to ___, or because you live near there, I’m calling for help!

Where do YOU park?

Lisa is a Buddhist!

I am not religious.

I like the Addams' philosophy a bit better... Accept the Unconventional as matter of course.

I am not Religious

I am not ReLigiOuS.

At all.

BUT, that doesn’t mean I’m not open to the ideas in religions, as many Religious people are.

I am Agnostic.

ag·nos·tic/agˈnästik/   Noun: A person who believes that nothing is known or can be known of the existence or nature of God or of anything beyond material phenomena; a person who claims neither faith nor disbelief in God. (or, someone who is open to other beliefs and is not actively for or against any belief system

At some point I had the idea that I was Atheist, because I didn’t necessarily believe in God, but was open to the idea, but was informed by my family that no, that means that I’m Agnostic.

I asked if it was contagious.

Agnosticism sounds like a disease, or some sort of ailment, or perhaps some sort of mangled word that’s the result of a sneeze, and I’ve explained what being Agnostic means to several people over the years, and in the way that comes about from explaining something a couple of dozen times, I feel I know a lot more about my beliefs. This doesn’t mean that I like explaining them to people who want to know what it is so they can convince me that their ‘-ism’ is better than my ‘-ism’, and I will go to some sort of Hell if I don’t Change My Ways, and, in fact, I like the people who respond to me saying I’m Agnostic (though why so many conversations turn to who practices what religion, I don’t know) by saying “Bless you” or “Gesundheit” better than the people who recognize it by the fact that it isn’t their ‘-ism’.

I’ve heard a number of reactions and thoughts about Agnostics, and while I don’t agree with all of them, I find it interesting in the same way that I find it interesting to hear about other beliefs and belief systems.

Agnostics are

  • People who don’t want to commit to one religion.
  • People who are too lazy to go to church.
  • Sinners
  • Smart enough to wait until one religion is finally proven, and not be one of the other millions of n00bs who have to actively change their belief system.
  • Indecisive.
  • Aliens

Again, I don’t believe in all of them, but it’s interesting to hear it.

I also enjoy hearing about why people believe in their beliefs, even if some of the answers are rather similar. I don’t particularly like it when I hear about how their parents were ___ so they grew up being ___. I also don’t like the people who believe what they believe because a book told them so.

I think that religions should be more about believing in a morality. I can respect the Ten Commandments, and also believe that homosexual relationships are acceptable, and I can believe in not being overly judgemental over people as Jesus and a number of other religious figures would tell you (isn’t it funny that Christianity says all love is great, so long as it isn’t for someone of the same gender? And so many people judge people of different religions? Hah!), and also admit that being truthful is the way to go but being truthful wouldn’t have let me pass my Grade 12 Religion class.

Then again, none of the questions had an option like “Jesus didn’t rise from the dead, and Christianity doesn’t believe in Zombies” or something like that 😀

One thing I REALLY like about being Agnostic, is that I don’t have to put up with a lot of the Must Beliefs.

I do not have to Believe that it was a woman who created the original Sin.

I don’t have to believe that homosexuality is a Sin. (*2)

I don’t have to believe that I have a billion of other lives to live after I die until I’m good enough for Nirvana.

I don’t have to believe that I’m constantly being judged by a higher power (God), or by someone else who is much easier to get to and say “F*ck off”

I don’t have to try to get other people to believe in the things that I believe in, in an attempt to help them Change Their Ways and Save Them.

I don’t have to believe on either Heaven OR Hell.

I don’t have to feel guilty believing that my Dog has a soul.(*1 at bottom)

There are so many things that I don’t HAVE to do that I sometimes wonder if that belief that Agnostics are lazy is true. It IS rather tiring to have to constantly judge myself as not good enough, and judge everyone else as worse all the time.

Lisa Simpson, the person who taught most of us all we know about Buddhism

Lisa Simpson decided that she would be Buddhist, because Buddhism reached out to her in her search for a Religion, and she managed to get her parents to support her by the fact that she was firm in her beliefs and because she explained that Buddhism allows other religions into it’s beliefs. If I had to choose a religion to take part in, I would probably also choose Buddhism, because I haven’t yet heard about how Buddhists were burning the books of a certain religion to prove a point, haven heard of how a bunch of Buddhists bombed a plane, haven’t heard about how Buddhists started a racist club that promoted actions against blacks (KKK), haven’t yet heard about how a misguided son was sent to a Buddhist Priest to see if that gay problem of his couldn’t be fixed, and haven’t heard about Buddhism REQUIRING, in it’s list of How-to-be-a-Good-Buddhist, that I go to the local Temple for a number of hours to show my belief.

I know that it’s not entirely fair, all that I wrote, but It’s true.

One of the things that comes to mind when I think of a Buddhist is a peace-loving buddhist priest. I also think of Lisa Simpson. I also think of cool drawings done with sand, and Sand Gardens in larger form than the miniature one my sister made.

One of the things that I think of when I think of a Catholic/Christian priest, is  reverend, but in the back of my mind I’m also thinking of the guy who sentenced thousands of witches to the stake, the guy who supports a Pope who once blessed the guns of a regiment (and lo and behold, the reason why my mom isn’t religious!), the guy who tries to tell the kids sent to him that yes, it’s okay to love, but you’ll be sent to hell if you love someone of the same gender.

Other animals also can have the heart shape...

Not all religions have this negative bit of backstory, but what comes to mind comes to mind. I think of the nice things, the orphanages, the donations, the nice, happy, wonderful image… and then I think of the bombings, the hangings, the fires, the murders, the wars, the absolute crap that has come up because some guy doesn’t like the fact that those other guys aren’t practicing the same religion.

One of my biggest beefs with most religions is the belief that gays are doomed to some sort of hell because they like someone the same gender.

The heart, the symbol of love, was made up from the image of the ass of a woman as she bends over. Romantic, isn’t it?

But men can have very nice bums too.

For more on atheism and funny pictures, check out HERE

(*1 from earlier: I also don’t feel too bad admitting that I would rather hit a random stranger with a car than hit my dog with a car. Not to say I’ll go out and DO it, but there it is.) (*2 Holy frig, spelling error with me saying homophobia and not homosexuality! Thank you Lexy for pointing this out!)

Gone, Gone, Going…? Now? No. … Now?

I am currently waiting for laundry to be done, and feeling alternating feelings (no duh) of chest constricting stress and  fluttery anxiety, and chest constricting anticipation and fluttery excitement.

I leave for Grundy Park tomorrow, probably at the crack of dawn should I ask Dad now, and I am starting and finishing my packing today.

Yes I’m late, but I’m a procrastinator almost by nature. I’m procrastinating waiting for laundry to be done, because a while ago, I had my laundry waiting for me to bring it upstairs, and it was sitting in front of our freezer, which was left open, and it leaked.

I moved my stuff after it got wet, and left it down there to be done again when the washer was next free.

Mold grew.

I washed it twice.

I am washing it again, to get the sour-ish smell from it before I go.

I am not packing my stuff into a suitcase, because my Mom says that it’d be easier to pack in the car if it were in these huge, 3fx1fx2f ish plastic bins, so I have a plastic bin in my room, in the hall outside of my room, one downstairs by my nearly-done laundry, and one in the front room of my house.

Scratch that, I have TWO (Three) in the front room, because I need one separate for sleeping things such as sheets and pj’s.

It feels very much so as if I should be going right now, but then the chest crushing gets tighter with the feeling of Holy-I’m-Not-DONE-PACKING! untill I reassure myself and my insane part that no, we aren’t leaving right yet.

And then the sane part of me thinks of something.

What if I forget something!!!

Insane hears this as well, and slaps Sane on the head.

It’s because we’re not done PACKING! Get to work we’ve got like an hour to get everything together and in the car!

 Sane runs into a wall.

DOOM!

No, we aren’t leaving untill tomorrow, I reassure myself. And Laundry cannot be rushed.

And so I stand in front of the Door of Panic with my trusty Gandalf Wizard Staff solidly blocking the way.

From myself.

*sigh* Am I sure that there is actually an insane side, and it’s not just me?

Yes. I just happen to be strongly influenced by myInsane side when writing. Every writer has this part of them, it just so happens that mine feels the need to talk to me occassionally.

Insane people are in Sane people, and neither part are going past me to the Panic Room, because a)nothing gets done there, and b) NONE SHALL PASS!

All LOTR Gandalf the Grey jokes and references aside, I shall finish the Laundry of Impending Doom, cut it down to be hidden away in the Boxes of Plastic Containment, sealed away untill they are needed to fight the foe called Nakedness.

Shoot I gotta find myself some nail clippers, and perhaps a few more pairs of wool work socks.

Did you know that Costco has awesome underwear on sale? You wouldn’t think so, but they are comfortable.

A while ago, how many days ago matters not, Mum brought me to Costco to stock up on food items that will help in my quest of survival for the coming 2 months.

Working at a park is different from working as a Ranger in many ways, and one of which is that we don’t have chefs to cook and buy our food.

 For the last couple of weeks Dad has been storing away chili and stew and hamburger patties in the freezer, either in sealed plastic bags or in Tupperware , so that for at least the first two weeks of no-trips-into-town-to-buy-food I might be able to survive. I am extremely thankful that we get a lot of freezer space at Grundy (everyone, not just me, though I’d like to believe I AM that special).

I will also be leaving with print out and digital recipes of such things as stew, easy stroganoff (which is not a loose, sexually active Swedish general), salsa-couscous chicken, and many-layered salads.

We bought juice, meat, some veggies, cookies (the important things), underwear (they’re nice 😀 Sane: Don’t SAY that! Insane: BWAHAHA!) , and a whole slew of bread for me to make my main source of sustenance for during the day: Sandwiches.

To the sound of Pocahontas’ “Savages”:

Sandwiches! Sandwiches! Hardly ever Eaten! Sandwiches! Sandwiches! Where is my Mayonnaise?!

Credited to my friends (from rangers) sister. Google Map Delta. It’s a place. They live there.      😀

WE ARE RUNNING OUT OF TIME!

No.

Food is packed away, and I think that I’ll go through the plastic bins tha I have already and sort out the mixes of shirts, sweaters, pants, and shorts from in them.

I will probably have way more than I need, but…

Rather have more than I need than not enough.

Right.

 BUT WHAT IF SOMETHING IS FORGOTTEN???!!!

No. Grundy is 4 hours or so away, and the Parents will be visiting fairly regularly! Back!!! Back from the gates of Panic!

YOU SHALL NOT PASS!

 So tomorrow I’m gone, or going, or whatever, and I’ll probably be freaking out.

By the end of the first week I’ll likely be fine, but then I’ll start being paranoid about what, exactly I’ll have forgotten.

Because I will have forgotten SOMETHING.

But that is edging around my Gandalf staff, (BWAHA!), so we shall move on.

I was procrastinating a bit earlier, reading one of the books I liberated from my Mom’s school (they have a better library, and because she’s a teacher there, she can take them out over the summer), called “The Book of Lost Things” by John Connolly. The link will bring you to his site on it.

It’s good.

Like, Really good.

Most times I can predict what will happen at the end of the book by the time I get through the first 3-5 chapters, and I had a bit of a feeling about what would happen, but so many things happened that promised a slightly different outcome, I couldn’t put it down.

Of course, since Lexy probably won’t be reading this untill I’m long gone, I can freely admit that instead of folding laundry a bit earlier, i was reading this. I put it away any time someone came down to the basement, and started fiddling with laundry.

I still got a lot done, even while reading it.

…Weird.

The dryer just made it’s “I’m-done” jingle noise (sounds a bit like a small part of an ice-cream truck’s jingle), and this is getting kind of long, so I’ll bid you all goodbye for now. Whether I post small segments about my work for the next 2 months depends on if the claim to internet access is true or not.

Ciao!

~Doodled93~

Insane: THERE’S NO MORE TIME!

P.S. Afterthought: It is now about 10:28 pm, and I pretty much have everything packed, but I look at my 2 bins of clothing, my 1/4 bin of work clothes, and my slightly bursting bin of sleeping stuff (it has a sleeping bag and pillow in it), and I feel I am missing a lot. Clothing-wise. I know I am not anywhere done my toiletries packing, as i currently have only JUST put the all-important nail clippers in my tinier toiletries bin, and I have no swim towel, no shower towel, and all of my electronics (including an EXTREMELY IMPORTANT digital alarm clock) are scattered around my house. Mostly uncharged too. Anyone else finish packing and look at your stuff and thing “nope. Not done.”? Also, pj’s is underlined in red, as well as bin. That is rediculous!

Woofstock Toronto 2011 Part 2!

On to Gwynn related things about Woofstock!

Yeah!

But as a quick side note, Lexy told me that she thought it was funny that I added a description of the dog that the shelter was promoting next to its booth picture, in a way that I wasn’t entirely sure if she meant funny ha-ha or funny weird-and-why-did-you-do-that? So I want to point out that if you are interested in checking out the sites for more than donating/just checking it out purposes, you might want to know what kind of dog you are checking out.

Save the tiny lassies so they can be friends with your little Timmy!

One that I missed was the sheltie one, but that’s because I couldn’t fit in this picture with it, and I like to stay constant, so for those of you who want a cute little (like tiny) Lassie dog, who is not the kind of dog who will run up to strangers and jump on them, is fairly calm (with exercise) and is known to bark a bit (Alert! There is someone at the door!… got that? Kay.)

Back to Gwynn.

Gwynn had lots of fun at Woofstock for a variety of reasons, and while one of them was because Lexy (aka The Boss [Who Can Do NO Wrong]) was there, it wasn’t the MAIN reason.

Yes there were dozens of friendly Friend Dogs within easy reach on every street and block corner.

Yes this was turning out to be a very Long Walk, and while his girlfriend Sadie wasn’t there, there were still Many Friends.

No, it wasn’t because the car ride to get close wasn’t long (because it was kind of long, what with a couple of streets blocked off for this and the fact that it’s Downtown Toronto).

No it wasn’t because we didn’t make him go back into the car within 1-2 hours of getting there.

No, the reason why (at least I figure) Gwynn had so much fun at Woofstock was because everyone who owned a dog was giving him treats, everyone who was working in a booth was giving him treats, everyone who was showcasing their chewables were letting him sniff (but not chew) their chewables, and there were bits and pieces of left behind treats on the ground, waiting for him to sniffle them up.

Not to mention the fact that he could (and did, to our embarrassment) snipe treats meant for other dogs right from those dogs’ owners fingers.

Right out from that dog’s patiently waiting mouth.

As  one lady from a dog training booth said (and not in a particularly good way);

“Oh, he’s getting a Bad Habit

**lightning crackles** (not really, it lightly sprinkled for like 5 minutes near the end of our trip)

But still, he definitely made it into a Bad Habit that he (thankfully) hasn’t shown any indication of continuing (i.e. grabbing food from OUR fingers).

So yes, He LOOOVED the treats.

Aside from treat-type things, we also went around looking for things that would be good to have while camping, as well as in general on dog walks (the long kind).

One of the things that Lexy has been trying to find for a while would be a dog back pack.

There were two booths that we found that had these, and they were pretty hard to get at.

Here are the two that we found, the second one is what we bought.

1st one#2

The first one was about $57, and the second one was a little more than $40 if I remember correctly.

The one on the left had the multiple straps on the top, which impressed us along with the fact that it didn’t have a solid back part. It would mean that it would be a more comfortable fit (hopefully) since you could adjust it around the chest/ribs, the middle, and the belly.

The idea of getting a bag is to give your dog a ‘job’, thus giving it something that it feels that it needs to do, as well as working it out slowy. You work up the weight in the pack, and eventually you can load water bottles and traeats into it, and then an hour long walk will give the exercise of about twice as long.

Yay for that, eh? Especially if you have a dog  that needs a LOT of exercise.

Really, we just got to check out a couple of different things, and see some cute dogs, so here’s the pictures 😀

Inne so CUTE!He even has his own Biker accessory 😀

 

 

"ORGANS! GETCH'YER ORGANS HERE!" called one booth. Gwynn perked his ears in interest...

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

He was very interested in this...

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
If he could, he would have smuggled this one away in a nostril or something…

More Woofstock pictures will likely be put up in the near future, or else after I get back from Grundy Park, sometime after August 28th.

 
Hope you all enjoyed!
 
Ciao for now
 
~Doodled93~