I miss the forest. It was good to visit, even if just for a few days.
Friday, September 12, 2014
As a brief return to a neglected blog series, have a Dodger:
I can't remember exactly how Dodger came to the shelter, whether he was an owner surrender or a stray dog that was never claimed. Either way, we didn't know his history and had to evaluate the dog we had in front of us. And the dog we have in front of us, folks, is very pitty, and very nice.
Aside from the hysterical (the ones who still use terms like "land shark" with a straight face), and the ignorant (like the woman who came into the shelter last month to view a puppy, and when she saw we had a couple pit bull mixes up for adoption, stormed out in a huff after lecturing a staff member about how irresponsible we were), I hear the same dismissive refrain from anti-pit bull people that it all the good stories in the world won't make them like pit bulls (with the implied addendum "so shut up about your nice dog already").
All I can do is shrug and think, I could give two shits if you like pit bulls, just stop bad mouthing them, you're making my job needlessly harder.
The fundamental difference between an pit bull hater, and someone who is an advocate (or, like myself, neutral) toward them: one group wants dogs that look a certain way to be treated the same (ie, killed if they become homeless) no matter what, the other wants them to be evaluated as individuals, where possible pedigree is only one of many considerations when deciding their future.
So, I've asked this before and never gotten a logical response: tell me, any pit bull haters who happen to read this: why the hell should I kill Dodger? He is great with people and other dogs, and cute and goofy and every bit as deserving of a chunk of shelter resources as any dog. How would having a blanket shelter policy to kill all pit bulls serve the community in any way?
Wednesday, September 3, 2014
Thursday, August 28, 2014
Little visit to a beach just up river from the McNary dam. A great place to see dinosaurs.
Today we got to see a seagull with only one foot.
A ... sandpiper... thingy? tiptoeing by a larger cousin. Help with identification would be nice. It looks like a solitary sandpiper, Tringa solitaria but they aren't supposed to be here.
An osprey who had been fishing, but of course stopped once I got my camera out of the car.
Another killdeer doing that bugeye thing they do so well.
Some great blues being all graceful and majestic.
Turns that just outside of Tuba City, Arizona is a huge field of early Jurassic dinosaur tracks. Who knew.
There is a hand-painted sign by the side of the road and a gravel parking lot with a few venders selling Navaho crafts. Some of the locals offer to give guided tours, but I turned them down in favor of just wandering, carefully, along the edges of the tracks (there are no fences or signs, just piles and lines of rocks the locals have made to outline certain areas. I watched three kids run around right on top of some of the tracks and cringed a bit).
There is very little information online about this insanely cool place. There's some about the legends from the people who've lived next to them for thousands of years. There is one published paper by Wells from 1971 (couldn't find online). According to an article from 2012, the Navajo Nation plans to develop a tourist center at the site, but for now there hasn't been much development or scientific study of the site, which sort of boggles the mind. This brief note on the Experience Hopi website is about the only reliable info you'll currently find online. Wikipedia doesn't even have a stub article on the site. That's how bad it is (and probably why creationists, who love both made up shit and information vacuums, have latched onto the site and claim there are human footprints alongside the dinosaurs, thus disproving evolution.)