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Archive for November, 2006

Of (contemptuous) Dogs and (stupid) Men.

Wednesday, November 29th, 2006

I mis­sed Wombat’s blog­ga­ver­sary because he for­got about it; we were blog­ger born around the same time. Go give him some blog­ger love.

From Wom­bats to Dogs. (Wom­bats score higher here)

I’ve deci­ded against taking on the Boxer because I am used to smart dogs. Where as it may be true Boxers are not the stu­pi­dest of dogs, and they are very loving, they are not the smar­test dogs in the kennel.

I have always had smart dogs, Gol­den Retrie­vers and Rott­wei­lers to be exact. These breeds look at you with a kno­wing eye, they lis­ten well, train easily when trai­ned correctly, but you always know they are doing what you tell them to only because you feed them; they often obey with an air of con­tempt. I love that air of con­tempt. I dis­li­ked, at times, the ever gra­te­ful­ness of the Boxer. I dis­like ever gra­te­ful pas­sive aggres­sive men as well.

It is impe­ra­tive to equate the IQ of both dog and sig­ni­fi­cant other with that of your­self and make a deci­sion as to the sui­ta­bi­lity of a rela­tionship based on that infor­ma­tion. You should not be with a sig­ni­fi­cant other who has an IQ more than ten points lower than yours just as you shouldn’t have a stu­pid dog, unless you are a stu­pid person.

Dis­pro­por­tio­nate IQ’s will cause more havoc in a rela­tionship than most anything I can think of; with coor­di­na­ted out­fits being totally passé har­mo­nious IQ’s are more impor­tant than the con­cor­dance of anything except basic moral principles.

I’d be bet­ter off with a con­ser­va­tive with an IQ the same as mine than a Libe­ral with an IQ sig­ni­fi­cantly less than mine.

In regard to dogs howe­ver there is some grace allo­wed; if you have always had a stu­pid dog, even if you are highly inte­lli­gent, it is ok to con­ti­nue with stu­pid dogs. With a man if you have had one stu­pid man that is quite enough.

How much is that dog­gie in the win­dow? (arf! arf!)
The one with the wag­gley tail
How much is that dog­gie in the win­dow? (arf! arf!)
I do hope that doggie’s for sale

I read in the paper there are rob­bers (roof! roof!)
With flash­lights that shine in the dark
My love needs a dog­gie to pro­tect him
And scare them away with one bark

“My loathings are sim­ple: stu­pi­dity, oppres­sion, crime, cruelty, soft music.“