I think the confusion was that it didn’t deal with the posts you were responding to (really didn’t address protecting yourself from dogs while jogging). Your ‘sparked thought’ probably would have been more at home in a different (or new) thread.
Ok, sorry. It seemed as if you were arguing against some point about resource allocation that I had missed. I couldn’t figure out what it was.
Logically, everything you said is correct. I know it; everyone who works in rescue or does shelter work knows it. We don’t always think about it logically, though. In this case, we had someone who runs rehab/training facility offer to work with him, at no cost to the shelter at all. Why would we not take them up on it? If we can save the 5 nice dogs and help the formerly nice dog become nice again, it’s a win for everyone.
Now I have a mental image of a poor work crew chained in a basement somewhere…
I understand where you’re coming from. There was a news story a few years ago about an animal rescue charity spending tens of thousands of dollars to rescue a dog that was abandoned and hiding on an oil platform.
It made me sick. All that money for one dog, when it could have done so much for hundreds and hundreds of others,.
I suppose the charity thought the prominence of the story would advance their cause. It made me determined to NEVER give them a penny again
This used to be in a thread in elections… God, what a douchenozzle.
Of course. You’re not “hate-mongers”. You just spread dangerous misinformation about homosexuality, prop up long-debunked ideas about “causes” of homosexuality (no, that’s not your “theory”; it’s been the go-to excuse of bigoted radicals for ages, despite a complete and utter lack of any evidence to support it), and think there’s nothing wrong with a therapy which has no demonstrable effect beyond harming gay teens. You don’t hate gays. You just seem to do everything in your power to hurt them. 
Excuse me while I’m not impressed.
Hey buddy, what are you teaching your children about homosexuality? Are you teaching them “it’s okay to be gay, don’t worry about it”? Somehow, I kinda doubt it. In fact, I can’t shake this niggling feeling that you’re sharing your ideas, that it’s unnatural, that it’s wrong, that it’s dangerous. If your kids are straight, you are inadvertently teaching them to hate and bully a minority which has an extremely elevated suicide rate. If your kids are gay, you are teaching them to hate themselves - to become ashamed of who they are, to make them think to themselves every day of their lives, “Why am I so wrong? Why can’t I change these feelings?”, and making them afraid of what would happen if you found out - afraid they might turn into one of the 40% of homeless youth who are homeless because of their sexual orientation and because their family turned on them.
And then what do you do after people call you on your homophobic glurge?
Of course. You leave. Gee, I wonder why. :rolleyes: Yeah, being wrong, especially about things like this, sucks. It feels awful. Cognitive dissonance is a bitch. But you know what sucks harder? Being gay and listening to someone like you say things like this, and then claim “I’m not hateful”, knowing full well that people like Asher Brown and Justin Aaberg and Billy Lucas and Cody Barker and Seth Walsh died because of people like you and the children of people like you.
Oh yeah, short side note…
Ever had someone hit your prostate? Obviously not, otherwise you wouldn’t say crap like this. As someone who has had anal sex (both from a male partner and my girlfriend with a strapon), as well as giving it to my girlfriend on occasion… Yeah, no. It feels natural and awesome.
TMI, Bro.
On tuesday, I took a prescription to the chemist (pharmacy). Nothing urgently life saving, but you don’t generally go to the trouble of getting a doctor to prescribe something unless there’s some kind of a problem.
It’s not the normal place I go, or the closest to the house (mind you, I tend to avoid that one too, after I took a prescription there once and after standing around for ten minutes in the otherwise empty shop, I asked how long it’d be only to be told the pharmacist had gone on lunch break after I’d handed it over, so it’d be over an hour) I just happened to be going to a shop nearby, and thought it’d be convenient… Yeah.
They didn’t have all the stuff in stock- ok, that happens, but normal policy, including for their company, is to tell the customer “We can’t completely fill your prescription today, would you to take it somewhere else, or are you happy for us to fill what we can now and order the rest in?” They didn’t bother- they just handed me a bag with half the stuff in, then told me I’d have to come back in two days for the rest.
I probably should have said something at that point, because it’s really not convenient at all for me to go back there, and I could have got it filled in one of the two massive chain places that I’d be going right past that evening. I just let it go though, I mean, it’s annoying to have to go back, but I know once they’ve already filled part of it, they can’t actually reverse it on the system. Neither can they return a part-filled prescription to the customer.
So I went back today. It wasn’t on today’s order for some reason. Their suggestion for how to sort it out? Either I could stand round for another few hours while someone phoned round some of the other shops to see if the one in the next suburb had any, then tried to get their delivery driver to pick some up, or they could call my doctor and see if they could get a repeat copy of the part-filled prescription, which they then couldn’t give me… uhh.
At that point I left.
I’ll have to go back again on monday. I’ll probably be given some cat worming tablets.
Ya gotta take care of those intestinal parasites somehow.
That’s a fair cop.
It’s not a win for the dogs that aren’t being helped, but they’re invisible victims. I understand that it’s an irrational thing, though. I care a lot more about my cat than about the not-my cats that wander around my neighborhood.
Right!? And then when there are news stories about an abandoned dog, the shelter gets overwhelmed with people who want to adopt that specific dog. When they point to the other dogs who need a home just as badly, they get a, “No thanks.” People can be so fucking stupid.
I took my boy to his grandparents house today instead of daycare. It’s a 20 minute drive instead of 5 minutes but I figure it’s good for him and good for the grandparents. Except that I forgot to give him his amoxicillin this morning and only remembered as I was dropping him off. So I got to drive 20 minutes back home then another 20 minutes back to the grandparents. An hour in the car and I hadn’t even headed to work. Ugh.
Lacunae Matata I hope you praise that guy to everyone you know who’s looking to get some work done. (Or, don’t, so you can keep him all to yourself!) Guys like that are worth double their weight in gold, and their crew as well.
** Sends** aurora maire** some blankets. ** What a shitty Catch-22.
A 19lb dog should not have a bladder stone the size of a peach pit. The Shiba Diva is now resting comfortably after surgery, on better pain meds than I get. At least they let her come home…
We find out next week what we have to eliminate from her diet to prevent future stones. I hope it’s not cheese… that’s her favorite.
Believe me, I’m already looking for places to post reviews. And Tony is on the way to the house to meet the HVAC guy, with two kinds of bite-sized cupcakes and a pan of dark chocolate brownies for the work crew. I’d propose to someone, or offer up a spare kidney out of gratitude, but baking was less complicated.
Heh heh heh - I mean, no way! I would never do that!
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Gasp! You used a word related to the dreaded ‘n-word’! :eek: You cad!
People are so niggardly with using “niggling” these days.
Is that not a word people use? I honestly don’t know.
No one uses that word. In fact I believe you’ve invented a new one. Congrats. (If we had a medal or trophy smilie I would put it here.)
“Niggling” isn’t a word? I thought it was - it meant something like a small, irritating feeling, like, “I had a niggling feeling at the back of my mind that I had forgotten something.”
{Goes, looks it up}“causing you to feel a slight pain or to be worried or annoyed for a long time”
Yup, that’s what I thought it was.
It’s such a cute word. I’m going to start using it for my kids… “Hey, Hon! I’m taking the nigglings to the park! We’ll stop by Johnsons’ and see if their li’l niglets want to come.”