Mar 22, 2014

Dogs feel no shame


"I'm not playing." But the words choked out over a laugh. "I'm not! You're a bad dog." She tapped a finger on his nose. "A very bad dog."
He plopped on his butt, lifted a paw to shake, then spat the roll onto the floor at her feet.
"He wants you to throw it so he can fetch."
"Oh, yeah, that's going to happen." She snatched the roll up, put it behind her back. "Simon, go get the vacuum cleaner. Moe and I are going to have a little chat."
"She's not really mad," he said in Moe's ear. "Her eyes get sorta dark and scary when she's really mad."
He bounded up. Moving fast, Zoe grabbed Moe's collar before he could follow.
"Oh, no, you don't. Look at the mess you made. What do you have to say for yourself?"
He collapsed and rolled over to expose his belly.
"The only way that's going to work on me is if you know how to run a vacuum cleaner."

Key of Valor

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Behaviorists: Dogs feel no shame despite the look 

The next time you start shaking your finger and shouting "Shame on you!" because your dog chewed up your favorite fuzzy slippers, just remember that no matter how guilty your dog looks, it doesn't know what your rant is about. Behaviorists insist dogs lack shame. 





(the photo above belongs to my dog Fluky who was caught digging the garden and when caught made that absolutely hillarious expression of "mum, did you see what the petunias made me do? I'm so ashamed..." as if :sigh:)

Mar 1, 2014

People Don't Understand Cats





Have you ever wondered if your cat actually likes you? Or if it's secretly trying to kill you? 
John Bradshaw is an anthrozoologist and author of the book "Cat Sense," and he stopped by the "Daily Shot" studio to help us understand our feline friends just a little better.





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“A cat too?” 
Amused, Tess strolled over to stroke it.  “What’s his name?” 
“Her. She proved that by having kittens in the bathtub last year.” 

The cat rolled over so Tess could scratch her belly. 

“I call her D.C.” 
“As in Washington?” 
“As in Dumb Cat.” 
 “It’s a wonder she doesn’t have a complex.” 

Running her hands over the rounded belly again, Tess wondered if she should warn him he’d be getting another litter of gifts in a month or so.

“She runs into walls. On purpose.” 
“I could refer you to an excellent pet psychologist.” 

He laughed, but wasn’t entirely sure she was joking. 

 Sacred Sins