Carpe K-9

On dogs, training, trees, nature, the art of the everyday, death, literature, reveling in the absurd, and seizing the day, the night (including twilight and dusk, respectively), and the moments of which they are made.

Wednesday, May 24, 2023

What Drives Your Dog?

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All domestic dogs were originally bred for a purpose: to serve humans in some fashion. How dogs were domesticated itself has multiple theor...
Monday, May 15, 2023

Knowing What You Don't Know

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“Dying is a wild night and a new road.” ~Emily Dickinson   Who am I to sit in this chair at this desk and write about what death is? Wel...
Sunday, September 25, 2022

Your Life Dreams are Thieves

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  “Our purest dreams steal something from our lives. They can only live if something else dies…”   As I idled in traffic one breezy sp...
Tuesday, June 21, 2022

Enduring the Erosion

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The breeze slides off the lake, slips nimbly up and over the ragged, red clay bank, and swirls in eddies around my bare feet. It shimmies pa...
Friday, February 25, 2022

Let Yourself Shatter

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“On this bald hill the new year hones its edge. Faceless and pale as china the round sky goes on minding its business. Your absence is in...
Monday, July 12, 2021

Going Gray

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The older I get, the more gray I become. I’m not talking about my hair. Everyone gets gray as they age. My father’s hair was completely gr...
Monday, November 11, 2019

Are You a Control Freak?

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If you have an untrained puppy or dog at home, you need to become one. The more variables you can control in a situation, the more succ...
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Mailey E. McLaughlin, M.Ed.
"It joined them at breakfast, and presently ate/ All the syrup and toast, and part of a plate." I help dogs with people problems as The Pooch Professor in Atlanta, GA. I also climb trees, read too much, shoot loud guns at pieces of paper, get lost in my own head, laugh at my own jokes, ask a lot of questions, perform weddings and funerals, and ramble. Critical thinking is my jam. I'm a militant agnostic: I don't know, and you don't either. "Every Sunday it brooded and lay on the floor/ Inconveniently close to the drawing-room door."
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