Yes, agreed however however the closest concept that nears my comprehension of a man-dog, is approachable from a reverse evolutionary fictional tale , as described by Orwell’s treatment in say: 'The Island of Dr. moreau.
That has more conviction than Pavlovian learning, for the simple reason that if learning through a redundant content of cues, seems entirely to amass far more resiliant staying power, (hence the will to reinforce it) than the slights of energy that tend to restructure\devolve them.
The allegory of animal like creatures in the artist Freud, seems counter to psychoanalysis of his predecessor, totally exhibiting the genetic/memetic puzzle.
Just a curious happening in the neighberhood. How would handle it?
The other day, this good looking blonde, older but still swelte, who usually smiles and is friendly, comes out with her frisky miniature poodle to check the mail. I used to know her name but forgot.
So her dog barks at me, she doesen’t know me, so i go " hi baby’ .
The woman pretends not to hear, maybe I think she thought perhaps i was addressing her and not the pup.
I am afraid she may think I was making an improper pass, because she has shined me off since.
Just another thing to set my mind worrying
I wish somehow the dog could let her know.
I am reluctant to knock on her door and explain, and her husband may not appreciate me slipping a note under the door.
Dear reader ( now that Abby is gone), what should I do? Or just wait…for the winter freeze…
Not that Los Angeles neighbors are anything but perfunctory. I even thought of explaining that i call all dogs baby., which i do, but would that not further exesparate the situation.
THought you forgot her name?
WHo’s Abby?
Why would you care that a married woman is not looking at you?
If I were you I’d mind my own business if I were living in LA again; might find a bullet in your head.
My advice… DO nothing, but if you see the dig again, make sure you call it “baby” again, and make sure you are not looking at the woman’s tits, but into the eyes of the dog.
Thanks MagsJ and Sculptor. Your advice is helpful, but does not eliminate the way I feel.
Incidentally ‘Abbey’ was a syndicated newspaper columnist, featured as "Dear Abbey’ for decades, and people used to write to get for advice.
The fact is , as you may know Sculptor, having once lived in the city of angels, it has lost it’s small town athmosphere, and even transplanted New-Yorkers comment on how it bears increasing resemblance to the big apple day by day.
So, the fragile relationships a new guy in town managed to construct, can be voided by a wrong look or comment.
My family is trying not to fall back into. an Adams
family type notice, whereas all have to go through this type of initial presumption.
So I take Sculptors suggestion to heart. and seek out the opportunity to obviously talk to and about the dog, and only if the unnamed bombshell is facing toward me, and hopefully out of sight of dear hubby.
…the way you feel about the situation or the blonde?
After having experienced a misunderstanding or two, from neighbours, I went back to keeping to myself… save for the neighbours on either side and across from me, whom I ensure to keep at a comfortable un-overfamiliar distance.
Both. The situation is more pressing, and the misunderstanding of that situation may wrest with the blonde
She is no dummy like people think of Marylin Monroe PR Diana Does ; not to suppose their act fooled anybody but the then current bobby-soxers, however , at this point, really, London is not comperable with Los Angeles
People simply can not go around pretending to sideline the situation.
See, MagsJ , how phenominally naive or better described -stupid i can get.
On rereading my prior post, how degrading and possibly fictitious the way it can be misread.
If that’s the cased i regret when my vampire comes out in full force.
Maybe the bombshell thought about it along the same lines. Maybe i’m conducive by some kind of inner inauthenticity to speak in terms of the 'is-ought world of experience.
The question may be asked is prior to the possible phenomenal think in of the dog, need a phenomenal duplicity of man’s (mine) and others’ be included ?
In fact , men could be phenominally stupid before that being attributed to dogs. But that may be stretching it to show gaps in their snarls.
It does not matter where you live. You can get that small town experience whereso ever you may be.
It all depends on your scope, your reach and your choice of friends. But mostly your willingness to explore.
I give you the following tip: You should have a gay callboy come and have sex with him at your big window at the moment when the said woman comes with her dog and can see you.
Or you put a muscular workman on your roof and keep calling out to him: “High”. And when the said woman passes by again, she knows that she is not meant.
But it’s likely the best that you just forget about the “hi” thing.
Really. Maybe You and every postman who tries to bait the dogs on their route to peacefully pass mail, bring bones of signs of understanding of dog psychology, wherein they know little about whitmanesque digital acceptance, nor of Catholic dogma, forcing gay priests and straight ones from geniflecting with anyone but Jesus.
Who has been commented obtrusively to love his beloved disciple apostle, John.
Does anyone nowedays think about wether Christ read or was at all familiar with Plato’s ladder of love?
At any rate this is post Stonewall for at least 50 years, and only scattered vestiges remain among those who still bark for a reinvented America.