[TheForge] Plans for a "Samuel Yellin" tour of(downtown)Philadelphia

Andy Vida [email protected]
Sat Oct 11 13:11:01 2003


Jerry Frost wrote:
> 
> > >
> > > Thought you'd appreciate it.
> >
> > It would be worth the time to visit just to see the dog leave
> > the room once someone volunteers a fart.  Does she leave upon
> > hearing the event, or does she have to actually catch wind of
> > the deadly emanation?
> 
> If she can't hear it she doesn't react till she catches wind. It's more act
> that actual reaction anymore and maybe a little conditioned response. It all
> started when I was adjusting to the diabetes oral meds, I was ripping almost
> nonstop large volume gag reflex triggering farts. They were literally bad
> enough to run the dogs out of the room. Pocket is a lap dog which put her in
> direct line of fire so for self preservation she developed the habit of
> hitting the rug at the first sound.

	I'd pay  money to see this. I think it would be the death
	of me, too.

> > Jack and Teddy might give her a good run for the money.
> > They have cuteness pretty well locked up.
> 
> Pocket takes professional pride and has polished her natural cute index
> right off the scale.

	Jack does it mostly innocently.  Much of it stems from his
	rare congenital nerve condition.  He leans... falls over at
	times... can't jump (he's a Jack Russell terier) spazzes out
	after falling at times and cannot get up.  Knowing his history
	of having been abused by his previous owner and seeing what a
	happy person he is only adds to the cute factor.

	Teddy OTOH, a teacup poodle, is very visibly deliberate in her
	cuteness.  She holds an MIT PhD in Cuteness Engineering.  You'd
	have to see it to know what I mean.  That dog, much like my
	daughter, can get me to do just about anything she wants.  It's
	horrible being on the end of someone else's string like that.
	Oogie, the newest addition to the family (a silky terrier) is
	a prime example of that.  Seshat (daughter) put on the charm
	and we went from "there's no way I'm leaving the house to go
	to Portland to see a dog in a pet shop", to walking out the
	door $700 the poorer with a new dog.  Her mother, may she RIP,
	was the same way.  Owned my ass in life, and still owns it in
	death. 

	On relevant fronts... oh wait, there is not relevant front
	for me.  I'll have to fix that.