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Byung-chun Min »

July 30, 2008

Burning Down Paradise

Samurai
Click images for desktop size: "Samurai" by Unknown
I was a bit distressed to discover that this big multi-national pet food company (that I don't like - they're the ones who "pioneered" using old shoes as "beef by-products" in their dog food; to up the iron content to the bags specs they added iron filings . . . this was over 20 years ago but I hold a grudge) took a picture from my Flickr account and put it in some sort of poll on their web site.
Taking the picture and posting it without telling me doesn't bother me except they took, whatReptilicus I think, is a pretty cruddy picture. And it seems to be some sort of poll and MY PUPPY IS LOOSING TO CATS! Cats . . .
Here's the link to the page: Petcharts. Its the top little window on the left. There's a scroll bar underneath the pictures. A Yellow Lab is winning. Last night my puppy was number 9.
Please vote for whomever you feel, if you're so inclined, except for CATS!
Mixing my puppy in with cats just seems so unwholesome . . .

I've been up since 4:30 this morning. I was awakened because of CATS!
I believe that an army of militant cats were stalking the house and preparing some sort of nefarious plan of an evil so loathsome that only a feline mind could conceive of it and then be so heartless as to execute it.
I was lucky. The dogs chased them away. They may have done it loudly, the dogs may have come and checked on my safety a few too many times. They may have barked a little bit longer than was required after the cat pack had been run away. I understand about being sure but . . . There's no denying they probably might have saved my life.
The Return Of Dracula I figure the cat I've been nursing hired or perhaps even masterminded the cat pack attack. Who knows what evil lurks in the feline mind.
The cat is doing fine. She sits easy, eats, urinates, defecates, stares at me with unbridled hatred. I'm hoping that in a couple of weeks she'll be healed up enough to start exercising and putting on some weight.
I spoke to City Hall yesterday. My dog sitting/walking service is cool. Needs nothing special. I was half hoping I could get some sort of Government recognized certificate to assuage people's doubts and fears, but that is not happening.
My idea for posting fliers is a no go. I figured there'd be reg's about them. I didn't know they were strictly prohibited. Makes sense. I asked about all the fliers I saw stuck on posts and got a spiel about what is allowed; Removable signs. I do see a lot of those.
So I still have to design a flier for the pet stores, vet's and neighborhood bulletin boards. Neighborhood bulletin boards still exist. Just not as often. I liked it in London when the local shops all had them/ They were a great local replacement for the newspapers expensive classified ads.
Now I need to consider whether I should put on a row of little tear off slips with my phone number on it. That means using a full sheet of paper or if I should use something more index sized with a picture and the new cell phone number in LARGE numbers.
I was going to put in testimonials from my dogs but I didn't think they'd say anything to nice about me for public consumption.
Midsummer Holiday by Maxfield Parrish
Click images for desktop size: "Midsummer Holiday" by Maxfield Parrish
The pups did go with me yesterday so we could study a couple of bulletin boards. They were uniform in that they were devoid of all inspiration . . .
My other plans for today have been splashed by the weather. I was going to mow the lawn, do laundry and then bathe my puppy and the gentle dog.
My puppy needs it. The fleas are eating her up. They are so rugged the Frontline stuff only lasts about two weeks! She looks horrible with her blown coat and picked at bald spots!
The gentle dog needs a bath so he can go to work with my friend on Friday. He went with her on Sunday and Monday and Tuesday he was genuinely startled that going with her wasn't his new job. Monday he moped about it.
Don't think I should bathe dogs on rainy muddy days. I think the clean effect of a bath should last at least a full day . . .
I figure today I can use the rain as an excuse to listen to the new-old music I recently got.

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