You are talking about a time when people had a more aggressive, even defiant, attitude towards life. The problem now is that these people are demoralized. They see no solution, no way out except the "reset" button of death. They need guidance from us that will match their reality enough for them to pay attention to it.
You are talking about a time when people had a more aggressive, even defiant, attitude towards life. The problem now is that these people are demoralized. They see no solution, no way out except the "reset" button of death. They need guidance from us that will match their reality enough for them to pay attention to it.
I was born in a time when it was work or starve. No choice. When my grandfather went down a coalmine at age 8, his mother was glad to get his paypacket. We didn't consider choice. Knew we had none if we wanted to survive. My grandmother took in laundry and cleaned houses to feed her nine children. They ate pigeons. For Christmas we recieved nuts and oranges. Fruit a luxury after WW2 in England. Rationed..everything was for 10 years. No choices.
My grandad trapped rabbits to feed the family. My first wife had a brother who owned a pet rabbit. He paid about $300 for medication for this rabbit when it got sick. This was in the 80s. I laughed my ass off at the stupidity of spending $300 on a rabbit. That's just me thinking about my grandad feeding the family with trapped rabbits while this kid spends $300 to cure a fricking rabbit. I know. Perspective is everything.
It's like my dog. I love him but he's 14. I'm not going to spend thousands on a dog to keep him alive for another few months. I wouldn't do it for myself and fortunately I can make intelligent decisions for my old friend. I won't let him suffer so that I can have more time with him. That's just self-indulgent bullshit and I don't get it. Sure, I have enough money that I could spend 10 grand keeping my old dog alive but when you think about it in any rational way, that is insanity. It's selfish and it's cruel and people think that they are being kind. They are just being sentimental. Your dog doesn't even really know that he's a dog. You just project all of these human thoughts on to your dog. Of course we don't know what a dog really thinks but consider this. One minute he's biting you and a few seconds later he's licking you. He has no concept of the future....maybe some memory of the past. Don't make your dog suffer so that you aren't lonely and grieving. He'll be in dog heaven. God bless him.
Sometimes I think my dog will go to hell....he attacked a deer....just a baby...but he was bred to kill. He's a cross between a Yorkshire Terrier and a Jack Russell Terrier. That's a lot of terrier in an 18 pound package. Genetically modified dog. I love him but by human standards he's a nasty little bastard. I'll miss him terribly when he passes. We have a bet amongst my friends about who will die first, my dog or I. I didn't even want a damned dog. My wife and kids wanted a dog. Now he's my dog and he's my best friend.
I had a 5lb Yorke. Most vicious dog I have ever owned. She attacked a Husky while with my daughter. Husky won. In hospital a week. Stood in the window, they go to the floor, tubes sticking out from her, Husky walks by she barks and growls. Just wait until I get out of here. Of course raised in Scotland to attack the rats that went under the looms. My husband would say if that dog was any bigger she would be dangerous. I named her Tipperary. My Granda used to sing the song "Its a long way to Tipperary" Good memory.
There's something so admirable about the little sods. They're so cocky and fearless. Bentley is my first dog. I grew up in a 'cat' family.
When we first received Bentley (from a co-worker who had to leave him at home alone all day. making him unhappy) we didn't get along. He would bite me and I regret to say that I hit him.
I'm sorry Bentley. I didn't hit him hard. It didn't matter anyhow. He still bit me. I didn't know dogs. He sleeps with me now. When I get up, he gets up. If I go outside, he goes outside. He follows me everywhere. I take him everywhere with me. He doesn't bite me very often anymore except when he wants to steal the cat's food and I try to get him away from the bowl. Then he bites me. I don't hit him. I just call him a vicious bastard. He just doesn't get it. He's the boss and why don't I understand? I guess I do now. Respect.
Our friends have a Bernese Mountain/Poodle. Huge dog. Bentley attacked him. Bentley is not invited back. Now I understand the saying "a man's best friend is his dog".
I often wonder if Yorkies have zero idea about how small they are. They are David attacking Goliath. They must have heard the story. Tippy lived to be 17. Thank you your story was the most upbeat I have read all week.
LOL. I don't think dogs have a good idea about their size. My little dog will attack a large dog but he does seem to have an understanding about how dangerously aggressive the other dog is. He'll avoid a dog that is overtly aggressive.
So he's not completely oblivious to danger, apparently.
What's curious is that those people rose to the occasion when they were in a situation that was very physically challenging. But when modern people are emotionally challenged by what basically amounts to propaganda, they cave in. Except for some places, the physical stress is really not that bad. It seems that the mismatch between the emotional and the physical drives people crazy.
Yes, Cold War and Vietnam, no big deal. Oh and Korea. Its the media, 24/7 telling them every negative they can come up with. That and the cost of living in cities.
You are talking about a time when people had a more aggressive, even defiant, attitude towards life. The problem now is that these people are demoralized. They see no solution, no way out except the "reset" button of death. They need guidance from us that will match their reality enough for them to pay attention to it.
I was born in a time when it was work or starve. No choice. When my grandfather went down a coalmine at age 8, his mother was glad to get his paypacket. We didn't consider choice. Knew we had none if we wanted to survive. My grandmother took in laundry and cleaned houses to feed her nine children. They ate pigeons. For Christmas we recieved nuts and oranges. Fruit a luxury after WW2 in England. Rationed..everything was for 10 years. No choices.
My grandad trapped rabbits to feed the family. My first wife had a brother who owned a pet rabbit. He paid about $300 for medication for this rabbit when it got sick. This was in the 80s. I laughed my ass off at the stupidity of spending $300 on a rabbit. That's just me thinking about my grandad feeding the family with trapped rabbits while this kid spends $300 to cure a fricking rabbit. I know. Perspective is everything.
It's like my dog. I love him but he's 14. I'm not going to spend thousands on a dog to keep him alive for another few months. I wouldn't do it for myself and fortunately I can make intelligent decisions for my old friend. I won't let him suffer so that I can have more time with him. That's just self-indulgent bullshit and I don't get it. Sure, I have enough money that I could spend 10 grand keeping my old dog alive but when you think about it in any rational way, that is insanity. It's selfish and it's cruel and people think that they are being kind. They are just being sentimental. Your dog doesn't even really know that he's a dog. You just project all of these human thoughts on to your dog. Of course we don't know what a dog really thinks but consider this. One minute he's biting you and a few seconds later he's licking you. He has no concept of the future....maybe some memory of the past. Don't make your dog suffer so that you aren't lonely and grieving. He'll be in dog heaven. God bless him.
Best news from the Vatican was when the Pope said dogs go to heaven. I'm not Catholic but I loved him for that.
Sometimes I think my dog will go to hell....he attacked a deer....just a baby...but he was bred to kill. He's a cross between a Yorkshire Terrier and a Jack Russell Terrier. That's a lot of terrier in an 18 pound package. Genetically modified dog. I love him but by human standards he's a nasty little bastard. I'll miss him terribly when he passes. We have a bet amongst my friends about who will die first, my dog or I. I didn't even want a damned dog. My wife and kids wanted a dog. Now he's my dog and he's my best friend.
I had a 5lb Yorke. Most vicious dog I have ever owned. She attacked a Husky while with my daughter. Husky won. In hospital a week. Stood in the window, they go to the floor, tubes sticking out from her, Husky walks by she barks and growls. Just wait until I get out of here. Of course raised in Scotland to attack the rats that went under the looms. My husband would say if that dog was any bigger she would be dangerous. I named her Tipperary. My Granda used to sing the song "Its a long way to Tipperary" Good memory.
There's something so admirable about the little sods. They're so cocky and fearless. Bentley is my first dog. I grew up in a 'cat' family.
When we first received Bentley (from a co-worker who had to leave him at home alone all day. making him unhappy) we didn't get along. He would bite me and I regret to say that I hit him.
I'm sorry Bentley. I didn't hit him hard. It didn't matter anyhow. He still bit me. I didn't know dogs. He sleeps with me now. When I get up, he gets up. If I go outside, he goes outside. He follows me everywhere. I take him everywhere with me. He doesn't bite me very often anymore except when he wants to steal the cat's food and I try to get him away from the bowl. Then he bites me. I don't hit him. I just call him a vicious bastard. He just doesn't get it. He's the boss and why don't I understand? I guess I do now. Respect.
Our friends have a Bernese Mountain/Poodle. Huge dog. Bentley attacked him. Bentley is not invited back. Now I understand the saying "a man's best friend is his dog".
I often wonder if Yorkies have zero idea about how small they are. They are David attacking Goliath. They must have heard the story. Tippy lived to be 17. Thank you your story was the most upbeat I have read all week.
LOL. I don't think dogs have a good idea about their size. My little dog will attack a large dog but he does seem to have an understanding about how dangerously aggressive the other dog is. He'll avoid a dog that is overtly aggressive.
So he's not completely oblivious to danger, apparently.
What's curious is that those people rose to the occasion when they were in a situation that was very physically challenging. But when modern people are emotionally challenged by what basically amounts to propaganda, they cave in. Except for some places, the physical stress is really not that bad. It seems that the mismatch between the emotional and the physical drives people crazy.
Yes. I see that too!
No cars. No TV sets. No phones. My Dad rode a bike to work. Same here in many places.
Yes, Cold War and Vietnam, no big deal. Oh and Korea. Its the media, 24/7 telling them every negative they can come up with. That and the cost of living in cities.