Tag Archives: Dog

Grumpy conehead puppy

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

Saguaro has a “hot spot,” the bane of large, hairy dogs.  But also sort of an embarrassing injury, and by “embarrassing” I mean completely avoidable, exacerbated by his own licking, and involving a trip to the vet, shaving, and expensive internal and external antibiotics. 

Photography practice: streetlights, bugs, and an orange dog

Playing with the tripod and some longer exposures in the back yard.  I didn’t notice Saguaro in the first one, but it looks sort of cool.

Also having fun with the nifty fifty and bug photography.

Coming in for a landing!

And finally: practicing developing in Lightroom with an orange dog.  (If that modifier is misplaced, please know that *nothing* in this house happens without the participation of the orange dog.)

Mutt Mitt

Hey!  I didn’t invent the product or the packaging — I just added my 8th grade sense of humor.  And a product endorsement:  nothing beats the Mitt for scooping poop!

Camera
MX880 series

Yes, I put the poop scoop bag bag on the scanner.  Yes I did.

Nerd gear: dogs and photography

I’ve been trying to figure out how to combine photography practice with dog walks.  Before today, it has consisted of:

Come.

Come.

Seriously.. come.  Here.  No, over here.

Sit.

Sit.

Good dogs!

[Put leashes on ground.]

Stay.

Staystaystaystay.

No!  Sit.  Staaaaaaay.

Good dogs!

[Compose.  Focus.]

Click!

[Pick up leashes.]

Let’s go!

Rinse. Repeat.

Until now!  I solved the problem with some gen-u-ine nerd gear:  a web belt and a large clip.

Now that is some seriously crappy photographic composition.  But you can see my nerd-gear dog-walking photo-practice hack.  And my ca. 1972 tennis racket.   Both the belt and the clip were available on amazon.com, with the interesting side effect that ordering the belt — which has oddly knife-shaped pouches that will be perfect for dog treats — put me in interesting company.

Guess the pouches weren’t specifically designed for dog treats.  Anyway, all in the service of my continuing efforts to learn how to use my Nifty Fifty.

Camera
E-510
Exposure
1/640s
ISO
100

A beautiful day in the neighborhood

Brought my camera along on the half-mile stroll that serves as the dogs’ inspiration twice a day.  If you know what I mean.

I know I’m supposed to edit myself out of the photo, but I thought the reflection was sort of cool.

I wanted to get a photo of this dog — thought the black fence against the black and white dog was cool …

. . . .but forgot momentarily I was attached to a dog or two myself:

All is well.  After a brief discussion of who was alpha, we proceeded along our way.

Introducing The Cute Puppies’ Guide to Title III of the ADA

There have been two types of post that have driven most of the traffic on this blog:  photos of my dogs; and my attempt to start an internet meme with the photo of Gus Fring being blown up by the mobster who used a wheelchair (MWD?).   So I try to publish my deep thoughts about disability rights, the practice of law, and adventures in trial technology, and what my immense readership really wants to see is photos of cute dogs and guys with their heads blown off.

This reminded me of one of my favorite Saturday Night Live sketches:  Kevin Nealon with No Attention Span News.  Not the funniest perhaps, but one that was excruciatingly accurate in portraying what it feels like to try to talk about something important but boring.  (Sorry for the ad.  It’s worth it.  Keep watching.)

With these thoughts in mind, I decided that we needed a more attention-grabbing way of presenting the ADA.  Lacking the copyright to the image of Gus Fring, but blessed with two very cute dogs, I decided to inaugurate The Cute Puppies’ Guide to Title III of the ADA:

There now!  Don’t you feel inspired to learn more?  You can check in from time to time on the FoxRobBlog, which will also have scintillating news of our latest case adventures and legal developments.  And puppies!

Dog blogging

Every morning I take a few* minutes to read and comment on a couple of interesting blogs.  Then I take the dogs for their morning stroll.  Recently, it occurred to me how similar these processes were:

Dog sniffing at pile of (yellow) snow

Reading

Dog peeing on previous pile of (yellow) snow

Commenting

Two dogs sniffing (yellow) snow

Reading

Second dog sniffing (yellow) snow

Reading

One dog sniffing; the other dog peeing

Reading and commenting

Reading
Dog sniffing snow

Reading

all the

Angles

Reading and Commenting Simultaneously

Aaaaaand commenting

* The actual amount of time is directly proportional to the quantity and urgency of the piles of work on my desk.

Amycare: replace doctors with veterinarians

Anyone who has ever taken a pet to the veterinarian has probably thought:  geez, why can’t humans get health care like that?  I mean, at the most basic level, vets are just cooler than MDs.  Think of all the vets you’ve known in your life and then all the doctors:  who would you rather hang with? Case closed.

But it’s more than that.  Our older dog is now seeing a specialist, so we are having a good deal of exposure to the veterinary profession.  This has placed the differences in stark contrast.

Both our regular vet and the specialist call us a day or two after each appointment just to see how our dog is doing.  I’m not sure my PCP would know me if she ran into me at the Target the day after my annual physical.  And I really do like my PCP; it’s just not part of the human medical culture to follow up.

The vet specialist also faxes a report to the regular vet after each appointment, and calls *him* to follow up.  When I needed one doctor to send my file to another doctor a few years back — just send the damn file; no communication; no follow up — I had to make multiple phone calls and fill out multiple forms, and I still showed up at the second doctor’s office to find that no communication in any medium had occurred between the two doctors, their staff, or their file rooms.

And our vet appears to use computer technology from the post-1995 period.  At a recent human medical appointment, the receptionist handed me a form when I checked in.  I pointed out that none of the items on the form had changed since the last appointment.  No good:  “It’s a policy, we have to update our information.”  But there’s nothing to update.  “Sorry, it’s a policy.  We require this form.”  A form made of paper, from dead trees, which they expected me to interact with using primitive ballpoint technology.  I pointed out that they had also every single piece of information requested on the form having photocopied my driver’s license and insurance card only moments ago, but I was instructed to please sit down and just fill out the form.  After I filled out the top half, I handed it back and pointed out that since I was the insured, the information requested on the bottom half of the paper was already filled in on the top.  Nope.  Still not good enough.  “The two halves of the form go to different places,” I was told, “You have to fill out both.”  At about that moment, I looked at the receptionist’s computer and noticed:  DOS.  That’s right, green type on a black screen.  In 2011.  I can go up to a computer terminal at the Bed, Bath and Beyond and find out what wedding gifts my friends and family in distant cities have registered for, but MY DOCTOR is using DOS, and asking me to fill out identical information on the top and bottom halves of a piece of paper in much the way I filled out a field trip permission slip in 1971.

You can’t really do a head-to-head comparison of the financial aspect of human and dog care, because the veterinary industry lacks many of the important cutting edge features of the American human medical system:  astronomical insurance company executive salaries; palatial insurance company corporate campuses; and cubical farms staffed with adjusters trained to deny your claims.  So it’s not really fair to point out that the financial aspect of dog care is much simpler:  after each appointment, we hand them our credit card and we’re done.  But that is at least part of the point:  the vet industry doesn’t have to support legions of insurance executives, so the amount we’re paying is a very small fraction of what our insurance company pays our doctors.  And honestly, how different *is* a human body from a dog’s?  We seem to have many of the same internal organs.  Can human treatment really be that much more expensive?  (This is where my brother will blame the lawyers.  Love you, Bruce!)

Finally, of course, no matter how intrusive the medical procedure, I have *never* been offered a treat.  Not once.