"... dismiss it, denigrate it – ignore the fact that many of us have found comfort and joy in pretending to be animals at some point in our lives.... For David, a writer who works in academia, puppy play is an escape from the analytical world. 'It’s so totally non-verbal,' he tells me. 'It’s pre-rational, pre-conscious. It’s an instinctive, emotional space. But within every puppy is a person. This is part of my identity, but it’s only part. I’m also a vegetarian, play the piano; I have a parrot. I was planting tomatoes on my allotment this morning. I can go months without going into pup space.'"
That's from a 2016 article in The Guardian,
"The men who live as dogs: 'We're just the same as any person on the high street,'" which I googled my way into after reading
"Top 60 Best Dog Room Ideas – Canine Space Designs," which included this interesting built-in:
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Hmm.... Harry Potter as a puppy in the doghouse under the stairs.
My first thought went back to Althouse's recent post that had the article about the gay pup mentors.
Not sure they would fit in there.
I am Laslo.
I thought this was a place I could escape weird crap like this doggone it.
This blog is going to hell in a handbasket!
No, not “too easy”. Essential. Live and let live, but there’s not a reason on Earth to celebrate this corrosive shit. And some very good reasons to laugh at, indeed to shame, it.
Life imitates Monty Python: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Mouse_Problem
Next time you're accosted by someone who insists that you observe their "trans pronouns", ask them if they do the same for furries.
"Of course not! THOSE people are sick!"
Good Times (TM).
Easy. Appropriate, correct, justified, sensible, and easy.
many of us have found comfort and joy in pretending to be animals at some point in our lives
Yup. I used to find lots of comfort and joy pretending to be T. Rex.
You can watch My Life as a Dog (1985) on Amazon Video.
Are we sure that this is a real story and not made up "fake news"?
Defining deviancy down.
There was a time society would help people with mental illness.
Real men wear Zebra Suits
The man has gone bonkers.
iowan2: now we live in their asylum.
Angle of the roof should run parallel to the angle of the staircase; more eye-pleasing.
We're just the same as any person taking a dump on the sidewalk and knocking over your trash cans.
Are we sure that this is a real story and not made up "fake news"?
There's worse. Take a glance at bronies and furries.
I’m also a vegetarian,
What a nutter.
"We're just the same as any person taking a dump on the sidewalk and knocking over your trash cans."
Pull-quote from any San Fran resident.
You can watch My Life as a Dog (1985) on Amazon Video.
Unlike Laika, the kid wasn't actually a dog, he was just Norwegian or whatever.
When I say "dog people" I am using a short hand phrase to refer to those people that have dogs as pets and treat them like humans, or children. I'm going to have to find a new phrase.
To each his own. No different than men who dress as women or Cosplay folks I guess. My only objection is to the idea that I have to notice and affirm their choice of, of, whatever it's called.
And I can't help that seeing them makes me laugh.
Insanity is being normalized. The remaining White Males are being tempted to be Trans-formed into small beaten pets. An Enemy has done this. You won't find a woman or a non-white man or woman lured into this self destructive mental illness.
Sometimes it's great to just let go and be silly. I often did that with my children and now with my grandchildren. Pillow fights, tickles, even occasional food fights and whipped cream pies in the face. The kids love it and so do I.
I bet these guys pretending to be dogs are childless.
"Angle of the roof should run parallel to the angle of the staircase; more eye-pleasing."
Came here to say this.
The photo at the top of Guardian article was one of the most quietly unsettling pictures I've ever seen.
His ex-fiance looks like she's a hostage.
"It’s easy to laugh at a grown man in a rubber dog suit chewing on a squeaky toy."
Not when he's dressed in a form-fitting, custom-made dog suit.
That built-in must be really fun to clean and deodorize.
After reading the article, I cannot resist..
Redd Foxx(I think)
Old Mother Hubbard
Went to the cupboard
To get her poor doggie a bone
But when she bent over,
Rover took over
For,he had a bone of his own
“Angle of the roof should run parallel to the angle of the staircase; more eye-pleasing.”
At first I agreed but on further consideration, disagree.
It’s pre-rational, pre-conscious...
It is sooooo easy to roll the Guardian (or hundreds of other uberlinker outlets) by using highfalutin words.
We have a place in my city (Charlotte) called Lucky Dog. It's a sports bar/dog park. I go there, drink beer, flirt with girls. But mostly I go there for the dogs. 20 dogs, 40 dogs, sometimes 100 dogs. And dogs love me. I sit down on one of the dog runways and the dogs want to lick me all over. That's my therapy. Hang out with dogs.
I remember as a small child in the 1960s flopping around on the living room rug trying to make a noise like Flipper.
Okay, it was last week, but the point still holds.
hmmm. makes you wonder if playing "Seize My Pug" is a thing
oh, and "Human turds"
Prostitution has a wealth of euphemisms. One of them is French (or rather was, now its the default GF experience). In 1917 the doughboys were oo-la-la-ing over the prospect of spending a year or two in the land of the blowjob, something their own wives and sweethearts wouldn't give them without signing their liquor-loving souls over to the axe-wielding devil. But, I digress... Another is English for all too obvious reasons.
oh, and naming the dog "Homo"
Bill Peschel said...
The photo at the top of Guardian article was one of the most quietly unsettling pictures I've ever seen.
Agree. Should have cropped ears. Floppy looks un-serious.
I remember as a small child in the 1960s flopping around on the living room rug trying to make a noise like Flipper.
Eat a few raw capelin. That will create a Flipper-like noise, I'll wager.
At first I agreed but on further consideration, disagree"
I was for the angle before I was against it
Our recently deceased dog, Buddy had a safe place way under the stairs. It's where he went during storms and fireworks. He would craw way back behind the window seat bench. I should have glitzed it up.
Under my thumb
Is a squirmin' dog
Who's just had her day
Under my thumb
A girl who has
Just changed her ways
It's down to me
The way she does
Just what she's told
Down to me
The change has come
She's under my thumb
A "writer who works in academia." So not teaching. I had a job once as a public relations writer at a well-known liberal arts college. Maybe it's something like that.
Big Mike, don't lose your dinosaur.
"The men who live as dogs: 'We're just the same as any person on the high street,'..."
Ummm. Sorry, no. You are not.
Is there ANYTHING left that is so loopy, moronic, idiotic or gross that we CAN dismiss and denigrate it?
It's easy to grin
When your ship comes in
And you've got the stock market beat.
But the man worthwhile,
Is the man who can smile,
When his shorts are too tight in the seat.
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