Benji
So… does anyone want to help me steal Matt Good’s dog? Cause nothing says, ‘Welcome to our home’ to a new dog like traumatically tearing it away from those they love. That’s the best part about dog-stealing.



A couple of rabbits for you.
I get to see cute bunnies, often TINY ONES, on my front lawn every day. You do not. To console you, and my dog who wants to eat all of their faces, here are some pictures of bunnies.

JEALOUS
I guess that whole ‘what, were you raised by wolves?’ thing had to come from somewhere….
A fascinating example of how children simply absorb the language or languagelike behaviors in their environment comes from an event which began in October 1920, when a Christian missionary, Reverend J.A.L. Singh, was out on one of his usual soul-saving expeditions in the Bengali region of India. He would gather pagan volunteers from nearby villages, who were usually willing to listen to him preach as long as they were permitted to hunt between sermons. At the village of Godamuri, he was told a strange story about a manushbhaga, or man-ghost, that had been seen several times over the previous few years. It was usually seen in the presence of wolves, who were going in and out of a giant, dead termite mound they seemed to be using as a den. Reverend Singh had a hunter’s blind constructed near the anthill, and shortly after dark he observed a wolf coming out of the mound. Singh calls it a wold, but in his diary he notes that it was probably a type of jackal, which is common to that region, rather than a true wolf. In any event, the “wolf” was followed by some others, and then came a grotesque-looking animal. It had the body of a human but waljked on all fours, with the palms of the hands flat on the ground. The head seemed to be “a big ball of something covering the shoulders and upper portion of the bust.” There was obviously a humanlike face visible under this ball. (The ball later turned out to be an accumulation of matted hair.) Following this animal came another one, just like it, only smaller in size. When Singh proposed to dig up the mound, the local villagers refused. They were afraid that disturbing the “ghosts” might bring some sort of retribution of curse down on them and their village. In the end, the Reverend went to another village, which did not know of the story, and found some more willing workers.
On the morning of October 17, the mound was dug up. As soon as the digging began, two wolves ran out and escaped into the jungle. A third chose to defend the den. Reverend Singh later said that it saddened him to have to kill her, since it appeared to be a divine act that she had chosen to keep these two strange creatures alive (although it did seem likely that she had originally brought them to the den to serve as food for her cubs.) Inside the den they found two wolf cubs, and huddled next to them the two strange creatures, which turned out to be human children. The older girl was about eight years old, and they named her Kamala, while the younger was about two, and they named her Amala. Amala would due within the year; Kamala would survive until she was about eighteen.
For our purposes, the most interesting aspects of this case have to do with the behavior of the children. In addition to walking on all fours, they had other wolfish behaviors. They sniffed everything that they were given, and ate and drank, like dogs, from a plate on the floor. They preferred raw meat, and would growl, snarl, or snap at anyone who came close while they were eating. If they were frightened, they would back away, snarling and showing their teeth. Once Kamala became comfortable with her surroundings, she would sometimes pick up a toy in her mouth and run away with it, much like dogs do when they are playing with each other. She seemed to be trying to induce a canine-style chasing game.
Reverend Singh initially reported that the girls were mute, but by this he meant they spoke no human language. They did make sounds, such as the sort of growling we’ve already noted. They also had a high-pitched whimpering sound, much like that of frightened or lonely puppies. They would occasionally make yipping sounds when they were excited, again like a playful puppy. But perhaps the most striking sound they made was howling. It started with a hoarse low voice, which gradually changed to a long loud wailing that had many similarities to the nighttime howls of wolves, jackals, and dogs. In the early days after their rescue, the girls would prowl around at night. During their prowling, they would stop to howl at regular times, usually around 10:00 pm, 1:00 am, and again at 3:00 am. Their vocal behaviors were exactly what we would expect if children had been exposed only to the vocal sounds of wolves. It appears that in the same way that normally reared children imitate the sounds of the language spoken in their household, Kamala and Amala had learned to reproduce the sounds “spoken” in their canine household.
(Excerpt from ‘How to Speak Dog’ by Stanley Coren.)



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I want to be a wolf girl!
My coat is very furry, I’m a grizzly grizzly bear.
EEEKK! AIIIEEE!! I had always hoped this would be on youtube but hadn’t looked until now.
I hope I can find the rest I used to have on this VHS [my dad and my brother's dad both gave me copies on VHS... must have been in the 99 cent bin at Loblaws!] … I haven’t watched this video yet cause I may melt into a pool of childhood nostalgia.
Too much information story: The first time I got my period, I stayed home from school sick and watched tv. When the Babar theme song came on it made me cry my heart out regarding my exactly-then lost childhood. That is how fucking self-aware I am. L-O-L.
I remember one time seeingĀ something on TV about American Graffiti, which I still don’t think I have seen in its entirety. In any case, I believe it was about the Richard Dreyfeuss character and how he was the only one involved who was totally aware in the moment that what was happening around him were things he would recall for the rest of his life. I used to identify with that character, I felt I could always feel when something larger than myself was going on. Do I simply no longer have those experiences, or have I lost that awareness of the moment? It seems now it is an area in my character that is weak, not a strength.
And this is all before I even watched the freaking cartoon.
Wow, now I have, and this reminds me of the nightmares I have almost every night! Oh man.
I always liked this one from the tape even better! Woo!
Chronicles of making cute animals Pt. II
More animals. Am I improving?




AndĀ some flowers!



Woxy dog uses her pet squirrel as a pillow. [And my ass accourding to when I woke up this morning.]
Looks pretty comfy, no?

LOL
I don’t know this person, but I have to post this photo set entitled ‘Pet Photography Gone Horribly Wrong’ because find it extremely amusing.













