What I have lost … and what I have gained.

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Lateral adaptations for achieving the same thing can be interchanged for efficiency. The quickest way to get the dog on the couch at most hours of the day is by saying on. If, however, he happens to think it is time for dinner, the quickest way is by saying it’s not time yet.

My attention gets divvied out as part of a complex meritocracy.

When the dog has taken to stationing himself mid-level while you make up your mind,

and nipping at your heels when he feels enough has been enough

Recognize and acknowledge when you’re missed.

When you forget the dog is up here (because he’s such a good boy).

I would rather wear a Kota than a parka.

Cats and dogs appear unbothered by nosebleeds.

When you can’t consider something that resolves humorously within the confines of your own skull producing the involuntary utterance of a gently audible huh without the dog being all (precursory side note: yeah, you try remembering what it was)

When you recognize one of your Kota control methodologies has been the deployment of what is effectively an inverted phalanx.

It’s around three deep
That it becomes difficult
To discern the stink

Them lovebirds returned

A pair of Pretorian Lovebirds

Also, Kota has one degree of separation from the Michael Vick dogs

The video (which I had to write a Shortcut to compress since nobody wants to handle iPhone video compression anymore, trick was trim video compressing for me) with the papa of our adorable Murphy-era skunk family I wanted to dig out for @pratik and the shampoo bottle photo I uncovered as a bonus.

So, I guess by waiting until I happened to catch the laughing dove’s song in the livestream, rather than googling up an answer, for comparison to my beloved mourning dove’s song, I was choosing to unbox nature my GD self.

What pretty pigeons in Pretoria

Those following along at home will have to imagine the construction because I am not getting up.

Whoever staged this one, well done you (if Love Actually just popped in your head… jinx)

Murphy had so much color in her life.

If your high octane (and spontaneously batshit) pooch, upon your approach, looks up at you with eyes that say, “Oh, shit… don’t engage. I’m sure he’s harmless; but, that is just too much energy.”, you might be #ADHD.

Someone tap me when college football switches to a playoff format for determining the national champion. Whatever they’re doing now seems ornamental. I mean… you lose one game in three years… by three points (officiating and injury data points also available upon request).

He's a mix… part pit and part parakeet.

What has four dewclaws, zero thumbs, and their first invite to a CaliK9 Advanced Group Class?

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