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.

Monday, October 28, 2024

Frustration and Punishment: Unintended Consequences

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Who among us hasn’t been frustrated by a dog at some point? It’s normal to experience feelings of frustration and anger because of a dog’s b...
Thursday, June 6, 2024

Pressing Matters

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I had just settled in my comfy chair for a moment. It was still early-ish on a Sunday morning and the day stretched before me without anythi...
Monday, December 25, 2023

The Power of Deferred Resolution

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How do you sit with uncertainty? Most people do not do it well. Our brains are wired to search for solutions to problems, and we really, rea...
Sunday, July 30, 2023

The Persistence Payout

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  Anyone who owns a dog is familiar with “the stare.” And as an evolutionary technique, it’s a damn efficient one—most people give in to it,...
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...
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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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