Sweet baby Jesus good luck with your thesis. I let mine get away from me. I’m now in year 4 of trying to figure out how to keep it from becoming a dissertation. //goodvibes//
thank you! same to you, and good luck…. not making it into a dissertation. that sounds stressful.
on a related note, fair warning to all y’all who just recently followed me: I’m in my last year of a master’s degree, so this blog is going to devolve into art history reblogs and shrieking about my thesis in fairly short order
every single unread email in my inbox is time-sensitive and/or important and they multiply every time I check
I thought grad school was bad LAST year but boy howdy was I unprepared for the Thesis Experience
tumblr mobile has decided to start grouping likes/reblog by post but they don’t like… show you what post it is. it’ll just say “59 people reblogged your post” and then you click on it and it’s just their names, linking directly to the main page of their blog. no way to go see the reblog or even just see the original to figure out what post 59 people reblogged
As the raging California wildfires encroached upon Roland Handel’s home, he had to make a split-second decision — try to force his dog Odin into the car, or leave him behind.
Odin is one of two great Pyrenees who take turns guarding the family’s eight goats from coyotes and mountain lions, and he was on duty the night the fires broke out.
“I had my 14-year-old daughter and we had to get out,”
Handel
said between sobs.
So he opened the gates so the animals could flee, then drove off with his daughter, their three other dogs and two cats all packed into the family car.
“By the time we were going down the road, you could hear the twisting metal of transmission towers falling and propane tanks exploding,” he said. “I’ll never forget it.”
He returned the next day, circumventing roadblocks to get there.
He discovered that his home and everything else on his property was completely destroyed.
Except for Odin, who was there waiting for him — with all eight goats.
The dogs paw pads were burnt and his bright white fur was singed orange.
“He looked small and he was limping. He was lying down a lot. He was clearly exhausted.”
A group of deer had gathered with Odin and the goats, Handel said, perhaps also taking advantage of the brave pooch’s protection. The deer scattered when Handel approached.
He believes the dog led the other animals to a clearing at the center of a high outcropping of rocks to avoid contact with the flames.
“Its amazing he’s in such good spirits. He doesn’t show signs of being traumatized at all. He’s just really happy,” Handel said.
“He’ll make a full recovery. He’s going to be back with his goats.”
@pipistrellus I was reading a paper about the history of zoo enclosure design and I found a terrible ungulate fact:
“Some attempts at mixed species groupings have had mixed results, and add a new level of complexity to providing veterinary care. […] Zoos have found that zebras and Mongolian wild horses can be very predatory upon baby antelopes in mixed exhibits and have had to segregate them”
A Pretty Taste for Paradox 