final fae paper


I believe that people through the ages have domesticated dogs partly because of the measurable physiological reactions in human-dog interaction that physically makes us feel better. In other words, because having a dog makes them feel good. In our society it is not unusual for the dog to be considered a full family member, with accompanying doctor and dental costs and special diets and medications being worked into the family budget.

K. Krist Hirst, writes in archaeology.about.com that,

human and dog partnership is based on human needs for help with herding and hunting, an early alarm system, and a source of food in addition to the companionship many of us today know and love. Dogs get companionship, protection and shelter, and a reliable food source out of the deal.

A burial site in Germany called Bonn-Oberkassel has joint human and dog interments dated to 14,000 years ago. The earliest domesticated dog found in China is at the early Neolithic (7000-5800 BC) Jiahu site in Henan Province. European Mesolithic sites like Skateholm (5250-3700 BC) in Sweden have dog burials, proving the value of the furry beasts to hunter-gatherer settlements. Danger Cave in Utah is the earliest case of dog burial in the Americas, at about 11,000 years ago.

Studies done in Australia and England have shown that dog owners have lower cholesterol and triglycerides and are at less risk of developing heart disease or other cardiovascular problems. In fact, studies show that dog owners overall are healthier than the general population. This can be partially explained by regular walks with the family dog, but there seems to be more at work here.

For example, when I found a sick puppy in Mexico a few years ago, I actually sold some of my stuff for the initial doctor bills and then moved back to Phoenix before I was really planning to, just so I could generate an income for the specialists this pup needed. Very few of my friends and acquaintances thought that was crazy behavior, because my friends know that I am a “dog person”. I feel that I was reacting to the beneficial physiological effects I get from my relationship with my dogs.

Fae, the sick little dog I adopted in Rocky Point, was in rough shape, she was hairless and sunburned, had a gash on her inner thigh, and had the bloated belly of malnourishment. She was too young to be away from her mother, probably four weeks old when I found her, and the poor little bony thing had probably been subjected to the traditional method of ‘placing’ pups in that area. The pup is tossed from a slow car, late at night, rolling through a populated community. I took one look at her and said, Que fea! (How ugly!) I didn’t need a dog at that point, I was busy being a beach bum, with a non-existent income and barely a roof over my head.

I am convinced that I am better for the feel-good endorphins and blood pressure lowering effects of having a dog companion. I have almost always had at least one dog and was without a dog at the time I found Fae only because my beloved mini-Aussie had died a few weeks before I found Fae. Chances are good that I was craving the blood-pressure lowering effects of petting a dog, and that loneliness and her own good luck turned into a rescue for poor little Fae.

Dog owners have lower blood pressure. Several studies have shown that the simple act of stroking a dog can reduce blood pressure. More recent studies have found that these effects continue throughout the day when people are away from their dog as well. Dog owners cope with stress better per these studies, and lowered blood pressure is a result of that relationship between a dog and his human.

Naturally, not all people are inclined to keep a pet, some people in our society are too busy to care for an animal, and in these cases, the presence of an animal that depends on humans for food and water, bathroom breaks, and grooming and health maintenance would probably raise the blood pressure of the people who own them. But in people who like the responsibility, and have time for a pet, dog ownership shows clear health benefits per behavioral and medical studies.

Fae has had a lot of medical problems but has remained cheery and friendly throughout, lifting my spirits with each wag of her tail. She is always ready for a cuddle or a romp, whichever comes her way. She has the sunniest disposition I have ever seen in a dog and never even balks at going to the vet, even though she’s been there enough to know what goes on in that place is not always comfortable. She really likes people and trusts me completely, no matter where she is getting pricked or prodded. My spouse and I currently have five dogs, and sometimes it seems too much work, but I get a lot of happiness from being with them. When the time came that Fae was healthy and attractive, I interviewed a few people to place Fae in a home of her own. I found that I couldn’t approve of any home that wasn’t mine, so I kept her, and I had a choice with the other four, too, so I know I won’t stop adopting dogs, fixing them up to find them good homes, rescuing them whenever and wherever I find them. They just make me feel too good, and my health probably depends in a significant way on my love of dogs.
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I got a ‘C’. Partially (from the comments) I was over thinking the assignment ( she actually liked parts of the original draft) and lost focus on answering the question.
I can see that. 70% of the class got “C” there were no “A’s” , TWO “F’s” (!!) I had to sit all class wondering if I got one of the “F’s” before we got our papers back, so i was almost relieved to see 35 out of 50.
This composition class is tough.



My Fay part 5


When I noticed how pretty she had become, I decided that she was fixed up enough to place, and I started looking in earnest for a home. Right about at that time Fae stopped coming to me when I called, stopped minding me, and in general became somewhat of a problem child.
I interviewed three homes and found them all wanting in some little way. For instance, one perfectly fine teenaged girl who lives right up the street fell in love with Fae, and wanted to take her home. This was a fine girl, with a beautiful complexion. I sure if she ever need it she would use acne wash in a minute, but the girl was going away for college the next year, and I didn’t think it would be fair to Fae. The girl understood, but I started wondering what in the heck was I thinking? I had never intended to keep Fae, I thought, why was I being so picky? I finally realized that the homes were probbably just fine, but I really did not want to part with Fae. She is a constant source of cheer, and that’s really a gift.
As soon as I decided to keep her she started coming again when I called and being a good girl….how did she know?
She is six years old now and a real joy in our household, mostly healthy and pretty, not ugly at all. Her sweet disposition and cheery attitude brightens every day. She is so lively and funny on desert walks. She is the huntress, the gopher-getter, the lizard chaser. I don’t regret the two years I had to spend in the padded cubbies across Phoenix to pay for her vet bill, but I am really glad she’s healthy now.
Knock on wood.

waterhole



My Fae Part 4


Fae’s hair wasn’t growing in, and she clearly needed professional help. I traded some dresses for the vet bill, and she was diagnosed with an immune deficiency, not skin bugs at all! I had been treating her for the wrong thing. Well that changed everything, Fae healed fast from that point on.
I moved back to Phoenix soon after, and got a good paying job so I could afford Fae’s vet bills. It took more than a year to get her hair to come back and stay, but throughout all the shots and scrapings and all-day vet visits, she remained sweet and cooperative. She is always ready to wag her tail when we go to the veterinarian office, which amazes me. She really liked those people who did all that horrible dipping and poking and caging.
She turned out to look like a long-haired Daschund, and is really pretty, but for the first year or so we had no clue what she might end up looking like, so she became our Mexican Wild-Haired Terror when anybody asked.



My Fae Part 3


I took her home, but the little pup would have nothing to do with Sonrisa’s burgeoning bounty, although Sonrisa was willing. It was precious to see the tiny pup and the huge mama dog. Sonrisa licked Fea a little, Fea wasn’t going for it, she wanted a human to feed her. Yeah, we named her Fea, but now we mostly call her Fae or Fay.
We had no problem getting her to eat, though. Sonrisa’s problem went away by itself, and Fea just wolfed down anything with calories. She had a lot of growing to catch up on, she could still fit in my jeans pocket, the loose jeans. Her ears turned out to be encrusted with flea eggs, but by nightfall the first day I had her pretty well cleaned up and tucked her into a nest under my bed where she cried long enough to end up sleeping with me, and she has ever since. A dog that precious is as good as a face lift cream for bringing a spring back to your step.
Her cheerful attitude never flagged all through the first week of creosote dippings (the creams were expensive, so I started on the traditional methods). She always had a tail wag and was ready to play. She played with big dogs especially, the bigger the better. The pictures make people laugh. Mom’s tiny chihuahua was delighted to have someone smaller to pick on and I tried to warn her that Fae was going to grow up someday, but the bullying didn’t seem to register with good-natured Fae, she was just too happy all the time.



My Fae Part 2


The people in that traditional Mexican household were quite sensibly afraid to touch her, she looked like she probably had mange which is prevalent in Rocky Point and is contagious to humans. The traditional home remedy to treat this mange is to boil some creosote bush for the tar it produces. The tar goes on the affected skin several times a day for several days. It’s unpleasant smelling and will ruin the pan for any other use. There is also a readily available cream in a tube, I think it contains the hormone melatonin, but this is a traditional family.
I leaned over and said some baby talk toward her and she turned those Dumbo-like ears and hopeful eyes up to me and gave me some happy thumps of her little bare tail. I was hooked. Without thinking, I picked her up and cuddled her against my neck while my friends all shuddered and stepped back.



My baby Fay


Dog owners have lower blood pressure. Several studies have shown that the simple act of stroking a dog can reduce blood pressure. More recent studies have found that these effects continue throughout the day when people are away from their dog as well. Dog owners cope with stress better and lowered blood pressure is a result of that relationship between a dog and his human. This feeling of well-being is subtle, but it is noticeable in its absence to a dog-lover who loses a beloved pet suddenly. I was two weeks away from the death of my beloved dog when I found La Fea. When it came time to adopt her out, I think it was this feeling of well-being after two weeks of intense loss that made me change my mind and keep this particular pup for my own.
Fea came to me because Mom and I had too few pups. That’s not usually a problem in Rocky Point, Mexico. We had no pup for Sonrisa (sounds like Sondrisa and means Smiley in Spanish) to nurse and her teats were hard. We looked around for a pup and discovered that we had given away one too many pups that day in a combination of incredible luck and, for Mom and me, persistence. No pup for Sonrisa to nurse.
I started calling around to see if I could find a spare pup to put on her, and much later that night a friend got word to us that he’d picked up a pup off the street and we could come get her early in the morning. At first light, I went over and found the whole extended family household out in the yard in their jammies and blankets, looking down at a naked little pink lump with big, shaggy ears. This poor pup was in rough shape. She was hairless and sunburned, had a gash on her inner thigh, and had the bloated belly of malnourishment. The poor little bony thing had probably been subjected to the traditional method of ‘placing’ pups in that area. The pup is thrown from a slow car in a decent community. There, done! I took one look at her and, hands to my face said Que fea! (How ugly!)

Fae and one of Elaine's Chihuhuas



After Vacation Diet


I am in need of some appetite suppressors after that Bahamas vacation.
We ate all the time, not that that’s different from usual, it’s just that I managed to get my clothes tight again, maybe relaxing had something to do with it. Boy did we have fun!

Our Room


Thank you, Aunt Elaine !!!!
I would like to go again, this time I would like to stay in Nassau, I think. One of our drivers took us all around back roads and to a fish market. It was all expensive on the island, but there are avocado trees and fresh fish, and I would think romaine lettuce grows year round. I could see living there. It would be almost as expensive as the Aleutians, and I survived that. The water in the Bahamas is much friendlier.



Ceramics Store


My first foray into MarJon, the Ceramics store came today. I been wanting to go for a long time. I got some black clay, called Cassius, for some reason… what a funny name! But it is smooth and real dark and will probably fire to cone 5 beautifully. I also got a new wooden wedge tool and some glaze that breaks into peacock colors. I can’t wait to try it.

new ceramics toys


Tuesday I get to play with my new stuff.



Bahamas Rock!!


My week there at Paradise Island was truly stupendous! I had such a good time with my aunt and cousins. My aunt paid for it all, she never misses a chance for a vacation get-together. I wouldn’t have been able to go if it weren’t for that. Thank you Aunt Elaine.

Pegasus


The art work at Paradise Island is phenomenal, and there is so much of it. Every nook and cranny is detailed with art of some kind. It was a lot of fun.



Geckos and Titans


Since Arizona requires every car on the road to be insured, it seems there’s a never-ending battle between insurance companies to be the number one provider of cheap auto insurance , I remember that Titan was really big around the year 2000, then Geico seemed to have taken the lead… it seems that there’s an ebb and flow to this insurance thing- with one company taking the lead for a few years and then fading out a bit while another company takes the throne. All of this talk about insurance makes me wonder: can you insure an insurance company? They can’t very well provide their own insurance. Also, isn’t the insurance industry basically gambling? Or are the odds so good that it isn’t really a high risk venture?



Travel


Flying can be a really boring experience, provided you aren’t afraid of flying and you don’t need a few hours sleep. I’ve found that it’s not that bad if you remember to bring a few of your favorite books along with you. I’m thinking of picking up some sudoku or crossword puzzles for my next flight. Either that, or I’ll try to schedule my next nap to coincide with my flight time.



New Red Fender


Bertha, the big truck, is getting her new fender and tailgate painted red to match.
I will have pics tomorrow, I’m at school right now waiting for a class to start. I got some good pics of him spraying the primer on in the back yard. One tip, always put some thinner in the primer when it is a hundred degrees and dry, like today in Phoenix. He had to clean everything in the middle ’cause it gobbed up too soon.
I am just about packed for my VACATION to the Bahama’s!!!! I decided to take some of my Beading Tools and wire twisting tools so I can twist up some vacation necklaces from shells off the beach. I think my aunt and cousin will like that.
Could I get any more excited? Doubtful.