Bacon is horrible for dogs, and dangerous, because of the fat.
People do not âownâ animals. I donât believe in territory or property of any kind - but the notion of other living things being property is the ultimate absurdity.
Laws concerning animals are not the same as animals being legally subject to law. They are treated as objects of law, which is the complete opposite. With human laws about other animals, the onus is entirely upon the humans. Other animals have no legal obligations or standing of their own.
No, I have been involved in subsistence farming. Being aware of how some people do things does not mean I agree with it, I just donât encounter many convincing arguments.
There is not anything more ârealâ about humans rights than those of others. If I give a dog âpropertyâ, is there any practical reason why other people refuse to acknowledge it? Imagining humans to be exclusive is pure wishful thinking, promoted for humans imagined convenience. People assuming that land and all other life can be âmanagedâ presents very real risks to the biodiversity which humans themselves require for their continued existence.
See! Someone finally agrees with me!
I see nothing but dirt and edibles in that picture; chocolate and purslane. But I donât think they would really taste good together.
Cats in your yard are very susceptible to the can-of-tuna-in-a-havahart-trap gambit.
They can then be taken to the shelter where someone who cares enough about them to keep them inside or on a leash will become their forever family.
âHorrible for dogsâ is a spectrum. Bacon fat covered poop falls nowhere near chocolate or grapes on that spectrum. It is closer to mid-grade dog food.
Guess we are lucky. To quote the neighbor, she said (when I complained): âFAMILIES live in this neighborhood. FAMILIES have dogs.â (Emphasis hers, note.) We have no kids, but have several indoor cats.
Take from it what you will.
(Edit: removed start of a sentence that in hindsight is irrelevant.)
Ok, yeah, thatâs just weird.
Just looked up our bylaws, and I was right. 11pm-7am are the âquiet timesâ in our town. Thereâs also an amendment for âa little bit quieter than during the daytime, but not as quiet as overnightâ that applies from 7pm-11pm, as well, which I didnât actually even know about. So, my knowledge bump for the day I guess.
My grandpa had great aim with a slingshot and marbles.
I live up in Alaska and most of the suburbs are fairly spread out, but my brother-in-law was having a problem with a neighbor across the street who let his dog run free in the neighborhood in the mornings. The problem was on the days that there was garbage pickup the dog would run down the street and knock over nearly all the garbage cans and chew through the bungee cords to get at the leftovers in the cans. My brother didnât have issues with the dog running free most of the times, it was actually a pretty friendly dog, but he asked the owner to keep the dog in their fenced in backyard on the mornings that there is garbage pickup which was usually over by 8am. The owner yelled at him about how his dog would never do that and when my brother-in-law pointed out that the dog also commonly knocked over the owners garbage can and did the same thing the owner said it must be another neighborhood dog and told him to get off his property.
So the next week the night before garbage pick up my brother in law cooks five pounds of bacon and puts all the slightly congealed bacon fat in a bag and sets on top of the larger garbage bag before closing it all up and securing the lid. The next morning like clockwork the dog starts knocking over all the garbage cans and getting into them. A couple hours later while heâs reading the paper in the living room he hears screaming outside and sees the neighbor across the street had dragged his dog out of the house by the collar with a trail of what could only be called explosive diarrhea covering the lower half the door and everything below knee level.
To this day I still feel badly for that dog, it was a really friendly nice dog, but I feel nothing for the ass of an owner who had to clean that mess up. Apparently the dog is still seen running around the neighborhood he wasnât ever seen knocking over and going through garbage cans on the garbage pick up mornings.
Why are the comments on this site repeated so regularly?
Which comments are you referring to?
Why take up real estate because of idiotic pet owners? If he puts up a sign, itâs fair. Like âachtung, minenâ. I love the moron who calls it âpet genocideâ. Holochoco? Chococaust?
A PUGrom?
Came here to say this. You donât even have to âmayâ it. Just straight lie and have a sign that says there is definitely chocolate on the lawn.
Worst thing that can happen is that dog owners get weepy or angry and maybe you have to chase children off the lawn.
⢠He put chocolate in the easement. Thatâs not his property it belongs to the government. His only responsibility is to keep it mowed.
⢠He didnât warn anyone about it, just put it in there. His intent is not to deter, but to harm. It becomes not about his grass or property or whatever his rights are, but itâs about him purposefully attempting to injure or possibly kill peopleâs pets.
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Not his property
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Whose property it is doesnât matter
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Am I making a list or arguing with myself? Bullet points are what you get for shooting people right?
BTW easements in many places are private property that the state has the right to utilize.
But I do agree he should be charged with littering. People are violating a by-law and leaving poop where he lives, thatâs probably a by-law infraction too.
I politely informed a hillbilly neighbour of mine once of that grim reality.
His dog ran around our chicken run, which was where we lived then about 40-50 meters from the road, barking and trying to get in, causing all sorts of ruckus. He (the neighbour) slowly sidled up grinning not trying to catch the dog at all, unaware that his dog could actually frighten these stupid birds to death if he allowed it to continue.
I heard the ruckus in my workshop and saw what was going on. Thanks to the layout of the buildings n such I appeared beside him without his noticing me approach, which gave him a shock. Advised him to curb his animal and leave with it before it did anymore harm, and told him he was lucky the chickens were penned as we often free-range.
He apologized with minimal sincerity and told me heâd pay me if his dog ever killed any of our chickens. I told him it wouldnât be necessary if he killed just one, predators get some occasionally & I could chalk it up to that, but that I would definitely kill his dog, right in front of him with no warning, if that ever occurred.
He began to get upset but decided against it and left and made sure his dog didnât come around.
He cared about his animal more than his wittle hurt man fee-fees and/or realized how incorrect his behaviour was. I donât like him but I can respect that.
Sort of myth. Chocolate is not nearly as toxic as people believe. It takes something like 1050 mg per kg of body weight to reach dangerous levels of theobromine. For a 20 pound dog, thatâs around 20 ounces of milk chocolate, 6 ounces of semisweet or 2 ounces of bakerâs. Thatâs mostly a danger for small dogs. Guyâs still quite an asshole since it is clear what he meant.
My dear departed old boy Sam-I-Am once ate an entire pound of Christmas Hersheyâs kisses, foil and all, and had no ill effects (70 pound border collie).
He was, however, shitting glitter for a week.
In my experience, dogs are amply capable of finding such substances all by themselves.