Showing posts with label Dogs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dogs. Show all posts

Monday, June 22, 2026

Lex Anteinternet: Courthouse Facility Dogs? Sign of how screwed up ...

Lex Anteinternet: Courthouse Facility Dogs? Sign of how screwed up ...: I received this in my legal email: Wyoming State Bar Members, I am sending this email on behalf of a graduate student at the University of W...

Courthouse Facility Dogs? Sign of how screwed up we are, or that we miss the natural world?

I received this in my legal email:

Wyoming State Bar Members,

I am sending this email on behalf of a graduate student at the University of Wyoming who is in the psychology and law program.

The purpose of this survey is to assess legal professionals’ attitudes and beliefs about courthouse facility dogs and their impact on civil and criminal trials. You do not need to have any prior familiarity with courthouse facility dogs to complete this survey. The results of this survey will be used to inform future research on the impact of courthouse facility dogs on legal procedures and decisions, so it is essential that we hear the perspectives of as many legal professionals as possible. To be eligible for participation, you must be older than 18, fluent in English, and a current or former legal professional. This survey should take about 5-10 minutes to complete.

Sunday, April 12, 2026

Lex Anteinternet: Friday, April 12, 1946. Chips.

Lex Anteinternet: Friday, April 12, 1946. Chips.:   Chips, who had started off his life as a family pet and who went on to be the most decorated American war dog of the Second World War, die...

Friday, April 12, 1946. Chips.

 


Chips, who had started off his life as a family pet and who went on to be the most decorated American war dog of the Second World War, died. He served in the Algerian-Moroccan, Tunisian, Sicilian, Rhineland and Central Europe Campaigns and won the Distinguished Service Cross, Silver Star and Purple Heart prior to the military ruling that only human beings could receive such awards.

He was returned to his owners, where he later died, after the war.

Last edition:

Thursday, April 11, 1946. Nostra culpa.

Saturday, August 23, 2025

Lex Anteinternet:  I didn't even have him for a year before the acci...:  I didn't even have him for a year before the accident took him.






 I didn't even have him for a year before the accident took him.

Tuesday, June 10, 2025

Southern Rockies Nature Blog: When Your Dog Sends You a Message

Southern Rockies Nature Blog: When Your Dog Sends You a Message: L ate in May (a month when I did not blogging, sorry, but I had reasons), my wife and I made a short trip to Taos, New Mexico, to decompress...

Monday, January 27, 2025

Lex Anteinternet: Tuesday, January 27, 1925. The 1925 Serum Run.

Lex Anteinternet: Tuesday, January 27, 1925. The 1925 Serum Run.: 

Tuesday, January 27, 1925. The 1925 Serum Run.

Two mushers and 150 dogs began the relay transportation of diphtheria antitoxin to the remote town of Nome, Alaska

Gunnar Kaasen with his lead dog Balto.

The event became the basis of the Iditarod sled dog race.

Leonhard Seppala with his dogs, lead dog, Togo, on the far left.  Togo was the lead dog in the most dangerous portions of the trial.

The run saved numerous lives.  The total number of people who died in the diphtheria outbreak is unknown.

The January Junta was established in Chile to restore Arturo Alessandrio to power.

Sunday, May 12, 2024

Lex Anteinternet: The dog.

Lex Anteinternet: The dog.:  

The dog.

 


I've noted here before that I'm not really a "dog person", which is not to say that I don't like dogs.  I do.

I didn't have a dog growing up, save for an extremely brief time in which my parents for some reason adopted one from the Humane Society.  It was a Scotch Terrier mix and was fully grown, and ran away almost as soon as we got it.  I don't know what motivated them to acquire the do, I probably wanted one, and I can barely remember it, we had it so briefly.  I was very young at the time.

They probably chose the dog type as our yard was tiny.  When I was growing up, my mother wanted a bigger house for many years until she became attached to the one they'd bought in 1958, when they were first married.  The backyard really was tiny.  It wouldn't have accommodated a large dog.

We always had cats, and I love cats.  Having said that, we tended to attract dogs and cats, as some people do.

Anyhow, most people who are bird hunters have dogs, but we didn't.  By the time I was in late grade school I was a horrible asthmatic, something I don't talk about much, and I turned out to be allergic to cats and dogs, so that foreclosed getting a dog.  I was so allergic to dogs that I'd get to where I could hardly breathe if I was riding in a car with a dog, something that was still the case as late as the very early 90s.  For some reason, however, the condition abated enormously after that.  A neighbor's cat, for most of its very long cat life, basically lived at our house, which shouldn't have really been possible if I'd remained highly allergic.

About 7 or 8 years ago, my wife decided we should get a dog.  I went back for tests and found I was still allergic, and retook the battery of shots that I had taken twice previously in my life.  One day I came home to find she'd placed an order for a Double Doodle hunting dog.

I was worried, but largely kept it myself. When the little fluff ball arrived, I was really skeptical, but he started proving his worth as a hunting dog that very fall.  More than that, however, he proved himself to be a highly affectionate dedicated outdoor dog.

He hunted all this past fall with me and then a few weeks ago fell ill.  Aggressive cancer.  Now he's gone.

The past year plus has really been horrific for me in all sorts of ways.  Surgery twice, stress to the limit, being ill every day. Two family deaths back to back, and now this.  I don't know why these things happen.

I've carried on throughout it, but I can hardly write this due to the tears in my eyes for the dog.

Monday, March 18, 2024

Lex Anteinternet: Lex Anteinternet: St. Patrick's Day

Lex Anteinternet: Lex Anteinternet: St. Patrick's Day: Lex Anteinternet: St. Patrick's Day : A Celtic cross in a local cemetery, marking the grave of a very Irish, and Irish Catholic, figure....

 In the afternoon, I went out fishing and took the dog.  On the way, I was listening to a podcast, like I'll tend to do.  It was a Catholic Answers Focus interview of Carrie Gress and it was profound.  I'll post on that elsewhere.  

We didn't catch any fish.  Nothing was biting, so we came home.

Friday, October 20, 2023

Tuesday, September 12, 2023

Dove Opener


Rhodie camo.  Politically incorrect, but effective.




The dog found a turkey carcass.

Two doves, with lots of shooting.

Sunday, September 3, 2023

Fishing season is over, and hunting season has begun.

I am, by vocation, a hunter.  A hunter of wildlife and fish.  And I'm not exaggerating.

This isn't a hobby with me.  I'm stuck in a feral past, or perhaps a more feral future, but lving in the present.  

And I'm more of a hunter than a fisherman, in contrast with my father, who was the other way around

The first two seasons of the year open on September 1.  Like most years, due to my occupation (which most people, at least who are professionals, would claim as their vocation, although I'd wager that it is with less than half, very conservatively), I worked.  Opening weekend for me, therefore, is usually when I first get out, and I first get out for the greatest of the wild grouse, Blue Grouse.

They are, I'd note, delicious.


This is a somewhat complicated story, but because of the route I take in, I need permission to cross, which is always forthcoming but I didn't hear back in time this year. That meant that I needed to drive into a location a good two miles further from my normal jumping off point.


And the road, due to the heavy rains this year, and the winter snow, was eroded to impassable. So the walk was further than expected.


But still very pretty, in the morning light.

Because of the very long hike, and my recent surgery, I armed myself with a kids model 20 gauge and buttoned my shirt up to my neck.  Because my old M1911 campaign hat was a casualty of a rattlesnake event two years ago, I wore a replacement United States Park Service campaign hat.  I don't like it nearly as much as my old M1911.

I will say that those wearing synthetic hats are, well, missing the point, and the boat.


The entire trip involves some mountain climbing for the dog.


The dog won't eat in the morning (poodles and doodles are strange about this) due to excitement, so I packed his uneaten breakfast with me. When we hit the high country, he was by that time hungry, in spite of his excitement.


Those boots?  White's smoke jumpers.  Best boots ever.


We hike a fair amount. The dog drank out of a few streams, but I also carry a canteen and he's learned to drink out of a canteen cup.



We found and bagged two young grouse.




And ate them one that evening.  I fried both, that night, and had the second one, reheated the second evening.