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Left to right, Fidget, Molly, Mouse and Granger. We've got a full plate here, but in a good way.
Granger is gradually finding his place in the tribe, though he's still a wary dog. He's seen here last night piled up with the other Pyrs for his first group snuggle.
Though there's snow on the ground, it's almost spring, and there's soil prep and planting to be done. We're working in the house as well -- ourselves and the carpenters. Fencing has been on-and-off owing to the weather, and Granger can't be fully incorporated into the operation until that's done.
We're occupied from daylight past dark, so I'm taking a break from Flickr. I'll miss you, but I'll be back in a month or so.
The latest playground craze. Luckily my son works in a shop that sells them so he can buy them before they go on the shelves!
Pyrs cover their food and eat it gradually over the course of a day. They try to cover it with leaves, snow, ice, or even with air,
They keep a loose eye on their stash and chase the hens away if they see them getting too close. It's an all-day game of keep-away most every day.
(Apologies for the heavy breathing and woodpecker noises. I'm new to making videos.)
i've decided that I need to spend nights in the house like Rabbit does. It would be better for my allergies, and it would give me a break from my stinking, crazy sister who wakes up every twenty seconds to bark at hallucinations.
Besides, it's NICE down there. There are fans to keep me cool, and Rabbit has bones that she's happy to share with me once we've "discussed" it for a bit. There aren't any geese pooping in the water dish.
It's just as wonderful as I imagined it would be.
I'm sure you've thought of it already, but I could also point out that this hole took only two hours to dig, and there's nothing special about this particular section of fence that makes it any easier to dig under than the other ... oh ... 5000 feet of fence around the pasture.
Oh, by the way, I'm in heat and I was outside the fence overnight, so I expect you'll be wanting to call the veterinarian. And you HAVE to meet my new boyfriend!! He's in the scrap metal salvage security business, and he's REALLY handsome, or at least he will be once you get his mange cleared up.
I'm certain that when you think about this for awhile you'll come to see that this is an offer you simply can't refuse.
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The Doctor made no move to open the doors. Solemnly he stood, the grin that he had before slowly fading away to a small grimace. Again, the knock rang sharply from the door, but still the Doctor stood his ground, hands fidgeting over toggle switches and dials. He lowered his head and tried to block out the noise.
“Not today,” he thought to himself.
A third time the knock aggressively came, the wooden panes of the door bowing from the strain. Grudgingly, the Doctor reached a long finger over and pressed a glowing red button on the console beside him. Metal timbers ticked and turned in the lock behind him until at last they aligned themselves. With a great gust of energy, the doors flung open, revealing a figure clothed in robes woven form beams of light. Steam spilled over the threshold as the figure stepped inside the craft, a golden staff resting snugly in its hand.
"You have idled long enough, Doctor. The time to rise above your retreat is upon you."
The Doctor smirked as he gazed into the Time Rotor before him. Nonchalantly, he cleared his throat as his eyes flickered down to the controls, the indifference in his voice cracking slightly.
"That was an impressive facade you posed. I mean, really- ancient prophecies, Leagues of Eternals, Gates of Light, dark forces rising- ha! Puh-lease. I’ve heard it all before. There is only one who has the omniscient power and overbearing ego to fabricate such a convincing act... White Guardian."
The cloaked figure said nothing, the knuckles that clasped onto its golden staff tightening. The hum of the machine reverberated off the chamber walls. The Doctor felt the figure's silence, and gave a casual look over his shoulder. The figure broke their composition, sighing with defeat.
“I do not deny it. I am the White Guardian who you met in your fourth incarnation. You must forgive my fabrications. I was in desperate need, but I was unsure of your current company’s... trustworthiness.”
The Doctor’s fingers slipped on a lever, and with fire he slammed his palm into it. With a hurtful sigh, the TARDIS lights dimmed overhead, only to cautiously return to their normal pulse. The Doctor spun with confrontation, but whatever he was about to snap was choked back. He turned away.
“Anyone who travels with me has my full loyalty and confidence. Anything you say to me you can say to them.” he bitterly remarked. The White Guardian took a step in from the doorway,
“Regardless of what has passed, the point is once again I need you, Doctor, to complete what the Guardians of Good and Evil cannot do.”
"Hence this," The Doctor said, his hand reaching into the coat he wore. From his pocket he produced a white cube, the corners very worn from several years of pocket carrying. The tarnished faces glinted with an eerie light in the room’s cold light. The Doctor leaned against the console and tossed the cube between his hands.
“I’ve had my suspicions, but I would suppose your presence confirms it. You know I know what this is.”
The White Guardian said nothing to the Doctor, waiting hesitantly.
“This is the Key to Time.”
Gripping their staff, the White Guardian nodded to the Doctor. They erected their posture, their voice now omnipresent, and a slight temporal wind bellowing their robe majestically.
“Then you know what must be done. Find the other segments of Time. Complete the Key. Return it to me. I have faith in your abilities and your honor, Doctor. There is little time left. The fate of the universe rests in your hands.”
With a flourish of their cloak, The White Guardian pivoted to leave. With an aggressive grimace, the Doctor rested the Key on the lip of the console and turned back to his tinkering.
“You can take it back, I’m not doing it.”
The Guardian stopped, and turned their head to the Doctor, a look of confusion crossing their shadowed face.
“You cannot decline this task, Doctor.”
“Go bother someone else, I’m busy”
“Doing what?”
“Things.”
The Guardian slumped on its staff, unable to process this new, inconceivable resistance.
“Doctor, I realize the loss of your friends has disturbed you greatly, but there is a larger picture at hand. It is your duty to finish this, for honor, for sanity, for the balance of Time itself!”
“Well, I have a pot of tea that I left on the kettle.”
“Doctor, I have chosen you.”
“(I was afraid you were going to say that) Well, I decline your offer.”
“This is not an offer, Doctor. This is your purpose.”
“Sorry, I don’t do that anymore.”
"I don’t know what being locked in your TARDIS has done to you, but the Doctor I know was never this callous. Perhaps you need others to accompany you. As you know, I have ways, and I can provide you with new traveling partners to compensate for the ones you lost-”
The Doctor slammed his hands on the panel and turned to the Guardian, his eyes slightly blurred.
Mouse and Fidget always bound over for a hug at their special spot by the fence.
Mouse gets her hug first -- she pushes Fidget right out of the picture until she has been well and fully nuzzled.
Then ...well OK ... it's time to share with her little 100-pound sister.
One of Fidget's repertoire of friendly expressions. She has a bunch of 'em.
This is my favorite Fidget look, seldom seen when I have a camera in hand.
Taken at dusk yesterday.
Pictured left to right:
MOST RECENT GADGETS: Pink (edited to black) LG G3 Isai FL24 that bricked itself out of nowhere for no reason, pink ZURU fidget spinner (edited to black)
OLD RETIRED GADGETS: old iPod Touches that either bricked themselves or became too full/outdated; yellow Panasonic EB-A101 Vodafone, released 2004; blue Nokia 2280; silver Nokia 6225n - one of the first pxt (mms) CDMA phones, released 2003; silver and black Nokia Asha 203, my first phone once we were advised New Zealand’s Telecom CDMA network was to be deactivated and shuffled over to WCDMA Telecom XT – having qualms with the XT network I simply bought a new phone on their new competitor’s network, 2 Degrees; and on the right, CD-ROMs that came free with magazines.
I have found the extrude tool in Photoshop... 😛
A fellow about 300 yards away is shoveling snow off his driveway.
Fidget takes that kind of transgression pretty personally.
Zachary with a fidget / stress reduction ball, although I'm not sure how much it helps those without opposable thumbs.
A sorry excuse for his favorite orange Lacrosse Balls, I'm sure.
Our Daily Challenge - May 31, 2016 - "Amulet or Talisman"
Daily Dog Challenge 1674. "Blue"
Stop on by Zachary and Henry's blog: bzdogs.com - The Secret Life of the Suburban Dog
You can make this inexpensive Lego Technic Fidget Spinner, using the Lego Digital Designer (LDD) .lxf Building Instructions file and Parts List available on Rebrickable.com: rebrickable.com/mocs/MOC-8198/DLuders/fidget-spinner/ . You hold the central Lego Technic Gears between your fingers and flick the outer wheels to create a fast-moving spinner. Or, you can pinch an outer wheel and hurl the assembly around inside your palm. The wheels and tires add heft to the spinner so that it has momentum. Try your own designs!
Plants: Timothy, rye and orchard grass, ragweed, lambs quarters, cocklebur, maple, tumbleweed and sycamore.
Fungi, pests and commensals: Aspergillus, Alternaria, Semphylium, Phoma, Saccharomyces, Mallassezia, housedust mites and human dander.
Food: Chicken and turkey meat, milk, oats, corn, eggs, peanut, kelp, and houseflies, (Fidget regards houseflies as a food rather than a pest.)
But not feathers, thankfully. We are doing some re-engineering to keep her away from eggs and chicken feed.
We'll start Fidget's injections as soon as they get here. She has been really miserable this summer.
Rabbit is happier and more settled now that Fidget is in the house. She doesn't break into spasms of grief when someone leaves the building. The two of them lounge around together genially.
Mouse seems content to govern the pasture alone. She and Fidget aren't fighting when she comes down to the house, though they mount each other intermittently. (Mouse is in heat and will be spayed in a couple of weeks.)
After Mouse has been down at the house for an hour or so, she sits by the gate and asks to be taken back to her pasture. I was surprised the first time that she did that, but after all, Pyrs were bred to live a life that humans would describe as "solitary". Probably Pyrs aren't "alone" if they have their flock.
Our fancy primate brains have decided that they're still going to get Mouse a pup after she has recovered from being spayed. But that may just be a projection of hominid desires onto a canid species.
Mouse may very well be saying * PLEASE * DON'T * GET * ME * A * PUPPY *.
But of course, we know what's best for her. :)
We have so much control over dogs' lives that I hope we do know what's best for them. The most common understanding of human-dog relationships can be summarized as follows: "People think dogs are people, and dogs think people are dogs." It's an imperfect theory, but it explains a lot, and one of the reasons that we bother with theories is that they have explanatory power.
Coming at the problem from another direction, Konrad Lorenz -- a brilliant ethologist, and perhaps not incidentally, a bit of a Nazi in his younger days -- convinced many of us to think of dogs as pack-oriented wolflets who inhabit a genetically determined landscape of dominance and submission. Genetic determinism (sociobiology) is a first-rate tool for studying ants, but it breaks down in ludicrous ways when applied to organisms that are as complex and individuated as dogs.
Besides, there is little resemblance between wolf and dog packs. Wolf packs are families with a straightforward breeding structure. Most or all of a pack's members are relatively recent descendants of a single breeding pair.
On the other hand, dog packs, whether made up of strays or ferals, are pick-up gangs of relatively distantly related individuals. Each pack has a more or less random genetic structure, except of course that they're all dogs. It's not too surprising that wolf-pack behavior is amenable to study in terms of social genetics, but maybe it's a mistake to apply wolfish conclusions to packs that lack a coherent genetic structure. Maybe the pack-mentality trainers get their results for reasons entirely unrelated to their theoretical model.
Further, analyzing dogs in terms of pack dynamics leads us to overemphasize dominance and submission at the expense of a rich panoply of sensory and investigatory behaviors. (After all, dogs spend a vanishingly tiny fraction of their time working out dominance relationships by comparison to the time spent wandering, watching, exploring, sniffing, licking, rolling and mooching.)
So I have been thinking that the pack model of dog behavior offers relatively little in the way of explanatory power, and that it leads us to behave strangely and ineffectually toward our doggie friends.
(A lot of this comes straight out of Alexandra Horowitz's Inside of a Dog, a book-length treatment of canine perception and cognition. Recommended.)
lil plastic fidget slugs now available at S2Con! they're copy + mod and they come in 14 colors and 5 different poses. also included are 3 arm poses for holding!
The latest playground craze. Luckily my son works in a shop that sells them so he can buy them before they go on the shelves!
The latest playground craze. Luckily my son works in a shop that sells them so he can buy them before they go on the shelves!
I had a lot fun creating and playing with this design, I hope you will like it! :-)
There is a demo and video tutorial on my YouTube channel: youtu.be/ZM0goEv5mW0
And I made a printable template if you want to make a colorful spinner (you get to pick the colors): origami.plus/origami-finger-fidget-spinner
The latest playground craze. Luckily my son works in a shop that sells them so he can buy them before they go on the shelves!
A basic "skeleton" for new design variations based on my Magic Folding "Fidget" Cube.
Based on this skeleton cube I found four variations of the basic design (A ... D) with the pivot points at the same positions but with some different details (changes marked with orange parts). Each of the designs has six folding steps (1 ... 6) so you get 24 different versions of a symmetrical cube or cuboid that you can use as a base for a foldable micro scale Lego model.