Well this Friday is the last day in our current office location.
We are moving .....Yeah.......all new stuff in the new office...yeah!!
But now we have a dress code.......ugg........no longer allowed to wear short skirts or see through blouses. Scott is pissed!
Must wear appropriate undergarments ! Oh well scotty!!!
No slippers.
Who the hell has been wearing slippers....no pajama pants.
No work out wear.
No jeans with holes in them..........younger girls are pissed!
Jeans are ok as long as our butts are appropriately covered with an appropriate blouse!!!
E-gads............that's it I am heading to AJ's .
Scott plans to file a grievance.

Well this Friday is the last day in our current office location.
We are moving .....Yeah.......all new stuff in the new office...yeah!!
But now we have a dress code.......ugg........no longer allowed to wear short skirts or see through blouses. Scott is pissed!
Must wear appropriate undergarments ! Oh well scotty!!!
No slippers.
Who the hell has been wearing slippers....no pajama pants.
No work out wear.
No jeans with holes in them..........younger girls are pissed!
Jeans are ok as long as our butts are appropriately covered with an appropriate blouse!!!
E-gads............that's it I am heading to AJ's .
Scott plans to file a grievance.

So sorry Papa.....used to dealing with just the other exciting people in the morning thread.
OK Papa.......I am glad to see you on the thread so early in the AM.
I have missed you.......seems like you have been building since last spring. Maybe even longer !!
How is your wrist holding up with all this activity?
So this is for you !! : with a meowwwwwwwwww!

Morning LDi sweaty-cakes...
- but a few days ago, DOC got , Beau gets
- did anyone besides Papa realize this ?
- I'm sure SP did and others like SD will have something to say (later)



FUNNY 1 SD - good nub call there.
- Amy use to love dad singing to her, "Is a Baby", in repeat mode

DT members don't need no Link LOL.
- but when one contradicts the infamous AB, that owns legendary Dober knowledge
- one better have some scientific study, with some resemblance of proof
- so I'm just trying to survive...a difference of opinion

Good morning everyone.
Morning Beau!

Beau, thanks for link, but DT members don't need a study to verify that "Baby Talk" does indeed work with Dobes- just watch their waggin' nubs when you talk that way!

I would like to suggest that we all do the following when any of us are in disagreement.

I don't think anyone of us has disagreed about anything. But just in case.



But just to throw some salt over our shoulders.

BTO - Let It Ride

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nE-Z9U09u7I

Sweet dreams ALL!

I'm going rogue.

Born to Be Wild by Steppenwolf
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=erURXuddSYI

Striker, that video clip is a classic. Best short video of the day.

And while in general the dogs pay close attention to what I have to say and embellish that attention by cocking their heads and making sure that their ears are VERY upright. I did have one cat--one of the two marmalade (excuse me--properly red tabbies) cats that I had who, it I talked directly to him would sit down and pay total attention until I was entirely finished talking (but I confess that was Culpeper--who had a huge appetite for wheat thins--recognized the box and would not leave you alone until he got his wheat thin so I guess I'd have to admit to bribing that cat.)

ABTLH

BeauBear?



Bet you didn't expect that!

Quote...

Owning a Dog, is perfect

for people, who never want

to eat a whole sandwich

by themselves again....Happy Grandma

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SD ^^ You never stop amazing us all...LOL...with your whit.

And the BabyTalk may have been a harder one to defend against, to a non-believer.
- but I tried my best...chicken hawk honor, on the line after all

From this >> '
To this >>

SP - Didn't you say once...

- I can't stop looking @ PapaBear

- followed by...Too Funny !!

I should of QUIT, when I was ahead...story of my life.

Canada, gonna be 34^ today...U suck !!

So, this poses the question, what's "looks" more ridiculous?...

..."Baby Talking" to a full grown, 90 lb. Male Doberman OR having an articulate, adult conversation with a female Feline, who won't even acknowledge your presence, let alone your intellectual superiority, with an occasional head tilt?

I'd say it's a tie....

Good Evening, Peeps!

Does anyone watch Animals Unscripted on TBD?

Too Funny! I can't stop looking!

listen to PapaBear, he never wrong existing to help others, unselfishly

Beau has been training with Baby-Talk...for-ever.
- Twin67 use to laugh at me, & I'd just laugh at him, saying he never owned an Amy
- now he has his little boy Riley, and he Talks baby too...

Come on Beau! I don't even talk baby talk to babies and I sure don't talk to my dogs in high pitched, sugar sweet talksies. It would embarass both them and me....

Baby talk? Bah, humbug Beau!

ABTLH

Come on Beau! I don't even talk baby talk to babies and I sure don't talk to my dogs in high pitched, sugar sweet talksies. It would embarass both them and me.

In fact--for several years a couple (friends of mine and I shared a house) they had a bunch of kids between a prior marriage for both and one of their own--I didn't really pay much attention to the kid until he was close to two and started talking and I started baby sitting for them (and I thought I'd stopped doing that when I was 16 and could get real jobs) because they had a meeting (him) and a class (her) on the same night. As it worked out I'd get home about the time they were leaving and because by that time all I wanted was food the kid got stuck in his high chair in the kitchen while I fixed dinner for me.

But he was there--and I talk to my dogs and to the cats and the kid at least answered back. So I chatted away with what I was doing and about how stuff was pronounced (that came up with Worcestershire Sauce),

The end result of a couple of years of doing that and he'd find me in the kitchen doing stuff and hang out with me and jabber at me and when it got down to the point where his mom took him in for the interview for admission to kindergarten (I didn't know there was such a thing--that's what I get for having no kids of my own, just a miscellaneous assortment of stepdaughters and kids that I inherited when they got into their teens and their parents couldn't stand the kids and the kids couldn't stand the parents--so they (generally the kids) spent more time with me than they did at home I really knew nothing about "early childhood development".

My friend came back from that and poured us glasses of wine and said, "What have you done to my kid?"

Seems that his vocabulary was all out proportion to not only his age but his standing in the family and his comprehension was pretty remarkable too. And even worse they suspected that he might have been in process of learning to read (my friend said they told her this in tones of great disapproval since he wasn't yet 5) We drank some wine and thought about it--I pointed out that if that was my fault it must be cook books he was learning read and I denied ever having read books to him (on purpose--I know that his older half sibs and I had discussions about books and what they were reading and (pick one) how cool they were or how dumb they were.

Sometimes I wonder about the systems of teaching that go on in this country.
I read before I went to school--my grandfather read to me--a lot. We went to the library--a lot. I was soundly reprimanded by a kindergarten "helper"--Seattle was very short of teachers in the midst of WWII between men enlisted in various branches of the armed services and women bailing by the droves to go to work for Boeing for buckets more money than they earned as teachers. She explained in small words and short sentences that "we don't learn to read until 1st grade. And set out to prove it by handing me a manual for teachers--pointing to a paragraph and demanding that I read that--so I did, stumbling over some of the longer words. For that I got called a liar and sent to the principals office. Huh? Didn't make a lot of sense to me at 5.

Seattle in name of progressiveness (yes Mel, I invented that word just for you) had abandoned the archaic system of sounding out words and was using something called sight recognition. Which didn't work very well and my grandfather hadn't taught me to read like that. Teachers got rid of me by sending me down to the school library during reading class so I wouldn't disturb the class. And I was falling behind in math because I was blind as a bat and no one discovered that until my grandmother found me sitting on the scale to weigh myself--"Stand up and read it" she said She was very horrified when I said I couldn't see the numbers that far away. The following day we were on our way to the optometrist the following day. Yup, blind as a bat.

And I went through "new math" with one of my stepdaughters.

I think she felt about "new math" the way I felt about the fact that I wasn't supposed to be reading at 5.

Anyway my friends kid survived his vocabulary and comprehension in kindergarten and did learn to read by the time he was out of there and he told me they started sending him down to the library during reading classes so that he didn't disturb the class--proving only that the more things change the more they stay the same.

He also told me he didn't care--the library had way better books than Dick and Jane.

Baby talk? Bah, humbug Beau!

ABTLH