tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15751178.post4508460707588907360..comments2023-06-29T07:01:34.590-07:00Comments on Kerpupples: Here Comes The Rain AgainSlave to the dogshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02911807405368397925noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15751178.post-53683258739033792852008-06-11T11:24:00.000-07:002008-06-11T11:24:00.000-07:00If the oceans are rising then aren't high elevatio...If the oceans are rising then aren't high elevations actually getting lower?Slave to the dogshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02911807405368397925noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15751178.post-57281305845559485652008-06-10T12:16:00.000-07:002008-06-10T12:16:00.000-07:00Well, desert is mainly a question of elevation, an...Well, desert is mainly a question of elevation, and we have some mighty high places (some getting higher all the time).<BR/><BR/>This morning it was seven degrees Celsius by the lake and there was snow on the local hills. By Saturday the forecast says we'll be seeing thirty.<BR/><BR/>I'll take massive weather mood-swings over 280 cloudy days per year, which is what Mme and I moved here from, anytime.Metrohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13338677991161252796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15751178.post-28369551227018738632008-06-09T14:37:00.000-07:002008-06-09T14:37:00.000-07:00Metro - many people will excuse their own sensibil...Metro - many people will excuse their own sensibilities (or lack thereof) under the guise of being "humane". It horrifies me to read of scenarios like the one you described.<BR/><BR/>There's desert in Canada? Who knew? I have this picture of 3 possible environments - forest, tundra, or city.Slave to the dogshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02911807405368397925noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15751178.post-59200619180476803062008-06-09T11:50:00.000-07:002008-06-09T11:50:00.000-07:00I congratulate you.I have an expression that I pic...I congratulate you.<BR/><BR/>I have an expression that I picked up somewhere: "You have to shoot your own dog." It means accepting Chinese responsibility for your dependants (or anything, really). It also echoes the final scenes of "Old Yeller."<BR/><BR/>Many of my neighbours refuse to restrain their cats, nor neuter them. Ditto dogs. They'll tell you "It's cruel." That may, of course, be what happened to mama robin.<BR/><BR/>In my former hometown, soft-headed university students, returning home after term, would release their pet bunnies in the wild. The destruction was awful.<BR/><BR/>In another town, summering tourists would purchase puppies for their children. Then when it came time to return to their rent-controlled and decidedly "no-pets" 780-sq-ft apartment, they'd drive the poor critter, now full-grown, into the mountains, throw the tennis ball as far as they could, and drive away whistling "Born Free."<BR/><BR/>Apparently abandoning it to die wild, betrayed, possibly diseased, and hungry was not as "cruel" as letting the SPCA put the poor thing down.<BR/><BR/>These are the same people who could not cope when their cats brought home lizards from which they had chewed the back legs, or when the dog brought home broken-backed rats, still twitching.<BR/><BR/>You took responsibility for taking care of the problem. The mouse died quickly and likely didn't even notice the transition. Its panic and pain are over. Well done.<BR/><BR/>On the garden: I live in a desert. I haven't had to water more than twice this year thus far. If summer ever arrives, I think it's going to be a <EM>scorcher</EM>.Metrohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13338677991161252796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15751178.post-13852818800850621662008-06-02T16:41:00.000-07:002008-06-02T16:41:00.000-07:00Ok, well now I will just keep imagining Michael Jo...Ok, well now I will just keep imagining Michael Johns singing "talk to me like lovers do" and I will have to keep taking cold showers.BeckEyehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00119780316809151433noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15751178.post-52482184191798644482008-05-31T08:33:00.000-07:002008-05-31T08:33:00.000-07:00You're a better woman than I...You're a better woman than I...Meganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09387041422819664987noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15751178.post-31058413949254529422008-05-30T12:17:00.000-07:002008-05-30T12:17:00.000-07:00Just thinking about the squishy mess you made afte...Just thinking about the squishy mess you made after stomping out that poor little things life turned my stomach...Pugshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12496712951675740873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15751178.post-22940639288760992922008-05-28T18:56:00.000-07:002008-05-28T18:56:00.000-07:00Beckeye - even if Michael Johns were singing it?Sp...Beckeye - even if Michael Johns were singing it?<BR/><BR/>Spleeness - the worst part was the remorse I felt after the squish.<BR/><BR/>JACC - as any self-respecting cat should! I'm not a fan of mice in my house but the poor little hurt guy was staring at me and he looked so pitiful.Slave to the dogshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02911807405368397925noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15751178.post-49791817246735574272008-05-28T14:58:00.000-07:002008-05-28T14:58:00.000-07:00I hate mice. Hate.I hate mice. <EM>Hate.</EM>justacoolcathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13810655507426297986noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15751178.post-20410349947421856972008-05-28T11:27:00.000-07:002008-05-28T11:27:00.000-07:00oof! that must have been tough. My sympathies... (...oof! that must have been tough. My sympathies... (about the mouse)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15751178.post-54866706377351005382008-05-28T07:13:00.000-07:002008-05-28T07:13:00.000-07:00Now that Eurythmics song will be in my head all da...Now that Eurythmics song will be in my head all day...and I HATE it! Rats! Er, mice!BeckEyehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00119780316809151433noreply@blogger.com