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2017-08-21 -- 2101-2148 UTC

10000 : WWV (no WWVH) -- SIO 353
11635 : HM01 number station -- SIO 454 (credit: priyom.org)
11930 : too faint to copy; likely Radio Martí (Spanish)
12050 : EWTN-WEWN (Spanish) -- SIO 353, moderate fading
13740 : Radio Havana Cuba (Spanish to South America) -- SIO 252
15000 : WWV (no WWVH) -- SIO 353
15120 : Voice of America (Bambara) -- SIO 353
15610 : EWTN-WEWN -- SIO 242
15760 : Overcomer-WHRI -- SIO 555
17540 : NHK World Radio (Portuguese to South America via WHRI) -- SIO 454

2017-08-23 -- 0000-0040 UTC

7385 : WHRI -- SIO 252
7520 : WWCR -- SIO 252
9370 : WWRB -- SIO 353
9455 : WRMI -- SIO 222
9475 : WTWW -- SIO 454
9955 : WRMI -- SIO 252
10000 : WWV -- SIO 555
11520 : EWTN-WEWN -- SIO 353
11670 : Radio Havana Cuba (Spanish to South America) -- SIO 353
11760 : Radio Havana Cuba (Spanish non-directional) -- SIO 353, significant fading
11840 : Radio Havana Cuba (Spanish to Central America) -- SIO 353
13740 : Radio Havana Cuba (Spanish to South America) -- SIO 454
15000 : WWV -- SIO 555 15120 : CRI (Spanish to Asia) -- SIO 252
15230 : Radio Havana Cuba (Spanish to South America) -- SIO 252

2017-08-25 -- 2302-2327 UTC

9350 : WWCR -- SIO 353
9370 : WWRB-Overcomer SIO 252
9475 : WTWW -- SIO 353
9505 : WHRI-Overcomer -- SIO 252
9980 : WWCR-Overcomer -- SIO 454
10000 : WWV -- SIO 555
11670 : Radio Havana Cuba (Spanish to South America) -- SIO 353
11760 : Radio Havana Cuba (Spanish non-directional) -- SIO 353
11825 : WRMI-Overcomer -- SIO 151
11880 : Radio Havana Cuba -- SIO 252
11930 : Radio Martí (Spanish) -- SIO 252
12050 : WEWN-EWTN (Spanish) -- SIO 555
13650 : CRI (Portuguese to South America) -- SIO 454
15000 : WWV -- SIO 252
15230 : Radio Havana Cuba (Spanish to Central America) -- SIO 252
15610 : WEWN-EWTN -- SIO 353

2017-08-27 -- 1758-1838 UTC

9370 : WWRB-Overcomer -- SIO 252
9475 : WTWW -- SIO 232
9655 : KNLS (Russian; at 1758 UTC) -- SIO 454
9965 : Firedrake (versus RFA) -- SIO 212
10000 : WWV -- SIO 353
11635 : HM01 -- SIO 252 (credit: priyom.org)
15000 : WWV -- SIO 252
15000 : WWVH -- SIO 252
15760 : WHRI-Overcomer -- SIO 555

Source: https://cobaltpet.blogspot.com/2017/08/shortwave-scanning-august-2017.html

Scientists since Darwin have been intrigued by the simultaneous alteration of multiple morphological, physiological and behavioural traits across a wide range of domesticated animals, such as horses, pigs and dogs. For instance, reduced brain size, floppy ears, increased docility and hormonal changes are commonly seen in domesticated animals but not their wild ancestors. This phenomenon is known as the domestication syndrome, and the traits within this syndrome are assumed to change together in a correlated fashion during domestication. But surprisingly, whether or not any of these traits are in fact correlated has never been formally tested.

Questo gattino ha fatto capire chi comanda a un povero rotolo di carta igienica!

Anche voi avete un gatto pestifero in casa? Se la risposta è si, di certo avrete tantissimi aneddoti da raccontare che riguardano proprio le bravate compiute dal vostro amico a quattro zampe. Oggi abbiamo deciso di condividere insieme a voi un video che riguarda un gattino che sa bene come far capire chi comanda in casa.

Nel filmato che è apparso su Twitter nei giorni scorsi, e che potete trovare qui sotto, il micino si scontra nientemeno che … con un rotolo di carta igienica, e possiamo affermare che dallo scontro è uscito decisamente vincitore!

Dopo aver distrutto letteralmente il povero rotolo di carta igienica, il micio si è coricato a terra per godersi un po’ di sano e meritatissimo riposo, e come biasimarlo?

Ma diteci, anche i vostri gatti hanno vissuto avventure del genere con i rotoli di carta igienica di casa? Io devo dire che i miei gatti non lo hanno mai fatto, ma la mia gattina ha invece un rapporto alquanto particolare con le scatole. Invece di accoccolarsi dentro di esse, come fanno la maggior parte dei gatti di tutto il mondo, la mia micia preferisce distruggerle a suon di morsi e zampate, lasciando tanti pezzettini di cartone in giro per tutta la casa.

Insomma, anche la mia gattina sa bene come far capire chi comanda! Detto questo, non vi rimane a questo punto che dare un’occhiata al video che potete trovare qui sopra, e se vi va, fateci sapere qual è la cosa più strana che il vostro micio ha deciso di distruggere durante i suoi momenti di gioco!

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Devon-based dog food manufacturer, Forthglade, has expanded its range of 100% natural, grain-free complete meals with two new recipes for 2019.

Designed for sensitive tummies, Forthglade’s new chicken recipe includes nutrient-dense liver, providing vitamins and minerals which are essential to health; whilst the sardines meal is said to be protein rich and high in healthy omega-3 oils, as well as easy to digest. Both dishes are combined with sweet potato and steamed vegetables, and as with all Forthglade recipes, are free from junk and fillers.

Forthglade’s new variety case has been curated for pet owners who want to feed different recipes to their canine companion. The 100% natural, grain-free, meals are hypoallergenic. Each recipe contains 75% chicken or turkey combined with lightly steamed vegetables, and sweet potato or butternut squash to provide a nutritionally balanced complete meal.

The new poultry variety pack introduces the company’s brand new recipe – Chicken with liver, sweet potato and vegetables.

The new chicken and duck gourmet meal has been developed to provide a source of easy to digest, highly palatable protein as chickpeas and pear are packed with minerals, fibre and natural antioxidants. The grain-free complete meal includes all a dog needs for optimum health and is also hypoallergenic.

Forthglade have also launched a new gourmet variety case, with the choice of two deliciously nourishing grain free recipes. The case contains six complete meals with a gourmet twist. Duck and venison are combined with green beans and apricots, whilst turkey and goose are served with pumpkin and cranberries. Both recipes are easy to digest and full of protein, vitamins, minerals and antioxidants to support dogs health and immunity.

All the new recipes will be available from 24 March and are suitable for dogs aged one year+.

Betsy, a shepherd mix adopted from a shelter, hiking in the mountains near Albuquerque.

One reason I like having a dog is to see how much she enjoys being in the outdoors. This summer my dog, Betsy, a shepherd mix I rescued five years ago, and I joined my friend George for a hike in the Sandia Mountains, which rise dramatically on the edge of Albuquerque. As we laced up our boots at the trailhead, with Betsy already checking out the smells of the forest, we were told by a ranger to look out for bears, which had been bothering picnickers in the area.

The snake that bit Betsy.

We had made our way to the top of the mountain without seeing a bear and were on our way down when George and I heard the distinct rattle and hiss of an unhappy rattlesnake. I could barely make it out, coiled and looking at us from a well-camouflaged bed of leaves. Betsy was a few feet away from the snake, and she came immediately when I called for her. George insisted on snapping a photo before we got the heck out of there.

Betsy hadn’t complained, but a couple of miles later, I noticed a few droplets of blood on her muzzle. When I looked closer, I saw the telltale fang marks — about one inch apart on the right side of her snout. She had been bitten.

My first thought, more like a desperate wish, was that most snake bites carry no venom. Hopefully that would be our luck today.

Taking no chances, we hurried down the trail, but by the time we reached the car, one side of Betsy’s face had already begun to swell. Rather than drive 30 minutes into Albuquerque, we looked for a veterinarian nearby. I figured a clinic in this rural area would see more snake bites than any city vet. We walked into Canyon Crossroads Animal Hospital, where we were told that Betsy was one of a dozen or so snake bike victims the hospital had seen so far this year. In 2010, it treated 30 snake bites.

Betsy’s tail was still wagging as a friendly tech whisked her in and began administering intravenous fluids, an antihistamine and antibiotics. The vet also started her on serious doses of a morphine-grade painkiller, the first warning of the ordeal Betsy was about to face.

We told the vet that while we hadn’t witnessed the encounter, Betsy must have quietly tangled with the snake before we heard its ominous rattle.

The first thing I learned was that antivenin, which is made from venom milked from a rattlesnake and administered to neutralize the venom in a snake bite, is available for dogs. For people bitten by a rattlesnake, injecting antivenin as quickly as possible after the bite is recommended, but it is not a routine treatment for animals. Dr. Janeen Counts, owner of Canyon Crossroads, offered it as an option but quickly pointed out that the most it could do was lessen the reaction to the bite; it was no magic bullet that would save Betsy’s life, and it did have side effects. She also cautioned that a dose cost $600, but to me, the cost didn’t matter. Most veterinarians don’t use it as a first-line defense. Typically, the dogs that don’t make it are small ones; in fact, Dr. Counts had lost a small dog the day before, even after giving it antivenin.

I opted against the antivenin and reluctantly left Betsy at the hospital and went home to wait. Considering Betsy’s age (5 years) and her size (approaching 70 pounds), the vet told me her chances were good that the bite wouldn’t be serious.

Betsy’s narrow snout swelled after the bite.

But the next day the real swelling set in and continued for two days, stretching her facial skin to an extreme that didn’t seem possible. The long muzzle that defined Betsy had disappeared, and her nose was a mere black mark on the globe that was her face. For the first time, I worried that she might not survive. Even the techs had concerned looks on their faces. When I wished that the swelling would go down, they offered nothing more reassuring than, “So do we.”

The vets stuck to talking about her condition at that moment, not offering any prognosis or predictions.

At home, I lit candles in prayer, pleading to the universe that she would make it. I slept fitfully, realizing that this was her battle. I couldn’t will her to survive. Even so, I offered a psychic bargaining chip, promising her a trip to the ocean, which she had never seen, if she pulled through this.

At the hospital, it seemed that she barely recognized me during visits, and I barely recognized her. I’m sure she suffered at first. The vets said that there were a lot of blood vessels in a dog’s face and that snake bites were very painful. That’s why they loaded her up with painkillers early on. She became lethargic and was too drugged to do anything. She only responded when they changed her IV drip, and then she’d snap at them. Betsy is not a good patient.

Meanwhile, I learned a lot about rattlesnakes, a reptile I have lived alongside for years but didn’t really know much about. Bob Myers, director of the American International Rattlesnake Museum in Albuquerque, identified the snake from George’s photograph as a prairie rattler — and a big one, too.

As for first aid, there isn’t much to do after a snake has struck other than rush the victim to the vet. Cold packs or tourniquets are not advised; both would reduce blood flow to the bite site, which could kill the skin and make it slough off. Trying to suck out the venom would result in such a small amount that it wouldn’t make any difference in the bite reaction. If the bite is on a leg, it’s best to carry the animal to the vet, keeping the limb lower than the heart.

Rattlesnake venom can cause organ damage and interfere with blood clotting. Swelling of the head can become so severe that it can block a dog’s airway. Dr. Counts said the quickest deaths occur when a dog has been bitten on the trunk of the body; within 30 minutes, the circulatory system can shut down, causing organ failure.

A rattlesnake vaccine is available, but, like antivenin, its effectiveness is debatable.

Finally, five days after our ill-fated hike, Betsy gave me a weak tail wag when I brought chicken and rice to the hospital. Her head, which had approached the size of a soccer ball, began regaining its former shape, and for the first time since the bite, I felt confident enough to tell friends that I thought she was going to make it. I paid the $1,515 veterinary bill, and she came home the next day.

Looking at her today, it’s hard to believe that she was so recently fighting for her life. Now she sprawls across her bed because she wants to, her tongue poking lazily out of her mouth, with not a care in the world.

Although I know Betsy will go hiking with me again, I’m a little gun-shy about heading into the mountains anytime soon and am glad winter is around the corner.  And for now, as promised, I’m planning a trip to the Pacific Ocean.

Nancy Harbert is a writer and editor in Albuquerque who enjoys spending as much time as she can outdoors.

My aging buff cocker, forever
the runt in my mind, has to take
these heart pills that I pick up
for her at the drugstore where
I get my own people medicine.
And so Dink has my last name,
at least the pharmacists say so.
She and I talk about our health;
one day I may be given enalapril too.
Yet for now we share from my plate,
knowing Troy’s lasagna recipe can’t
be good for either of our conditions,
but it disguises enalapril quite well.
We both avoid chocolate and rawhide.
When I read the patient prescription
information that accompanies her
childproof bottle of small white pills,
it advises using caution when driving
|or operating machinery. I tell Dink she
has the day off from bulldozing houses.

The fundraiser we were helping with is now over, and we are so excited to report the number! Thanks to the generosity of the vendors participating, and those who shopped and donated, we raised over $1700 USD for this wonderful organization.

You can help support their cause by following them on Facebook. You can also help support them by shopping in their store (they have some fun things), or donating directly.

Thank you again for your support!

Source: http://4theloveofanimals.com/blog/2018/12/18/semper-k9-fundraiser-update/

Inspired by the lush colors and drool-worthy landscapes of Mexico, the Wanderlust Collection from Nice Digs is overflowing with luxurious textures and bold prints! This latest release expands their selection of printed bedding and ultra stylish collars, while introducing new products like velvet snuggle beds (!!!) and a long-awaited harness range. As always, Nice Digs designs and handcrafts everything in Australia — and yes, they ship internationally. Check out all their gorgeous new products at www.nicedigs.com.au! (We seriously want everything in this collection.)

Max, when is my hooman gonna STAHP sleepin fru da nite? She like sevven in cat years, and I dont kno how much longer i can stand stayin awake all day when she not at werk. Wen my sisfur Spider was alife, she stayd up all owrs wiff hooman. I’m not a “day” person. It get BOORRING at 3 a.m. wen she sleep! And she get mad if i put a claw in her eye to remind her it time to hang out. Wut do I doo? Fanks, Gracie

Dood. I have bad news for you. My people are like 62 million in cat years and they STILL sleep through the night. Or day…the Man sometimes works at night. You’re going to have to find a nice hobby to fill the hours while she sleeps.

May I suggest opera? It takes a lot of practice to sing it well, but the result is worth it. Some of the best places in the house are the hallway right outside the bedroom door—the acoustics are perfect and you’re out of range of having things thrown at you—and the bathroom, because it echoes quite nicely. If you practice loudly, I bet she even gets up to listen. People love cats that sing.

If opera isn’t your thing, then perhaps Death Metal. It’s quite the rage right now. All the cool kids are doing it. Yep.

hay max we herd its yer moms birthday! Duz that meen u git stake????? Can I come over? (Hope yer mom feels good enuf for a good berthday pawty!)

I get steak every day! Come on over, there’s enough to share.

(hehe i furgot to ask my question….) Max, don’t you think it is speciest that they had a man human as Dr Who, a girl human as Dr Who, but NO CAT?????? Will that change in our lifetime?

Oh, it’s total speciism, but I’m not gonna complain because the new lady Doctor is awesome and I can’t wait to see her. And I’m not holding my breath that there will be a Cat Doctor in my lifetime, mostly because I’m old and who knows how long it’ll be until the next one?

Hopefully there will be one in yours. It’d be about frickin’ time, for sure.

Dear Max, Frank sometimes puts his paw in the food bowl when he’s eating. Is there something wrong?    Steve L.

He’s just checking the food level and is probably disappointed that it’s not more. Some kitties like to sip their paws in and lick food and water from their own fur, some like to stir it around, But mostly, it’s crushing disappointment that the bowl is not bottomless.

MAX I WAS ASSURED THAT THE STICKY PEOPLE WOULD GO BACK TO SCHOOL SOON BUT THEY’RE STILL HERE AND I’VE BEEN INFORMED THAT WE ARE “HOMESCHOOLING.” WHAT DOES THAT MEAN???

It means you’re doomed, dood. You might as well find a comfy spot in the back of the closet,’cuz those kids are gonna be there all day, every day, for the rest of your life.

Have fun!

Max, I’m jonesing for some new Wick. When’s the next one coming out?

This week…keep your eyes peeled for “Jump.” Or my blog. I’ll post on my blog and FB page when it hits Amazon and other online retailers.

Max, the Tall Guy and the Other Tall Guy are going to ride their bikes across Ireland next year, but I am not invited. Why not? I like the great outdoors and I would fit nicely in a basket.

Dood. You really Do Not Want to go on a bike trip with two grown men. Grown men on a bike trip aren’t gonna shower every day, and they will STINK by the third or fourth day. Also, there are no litter boxes on a bike trip, and most importantly, no real live fresh dead treats. The closest you’d get is a bug or two, and those just aren’t tasty treats.

Stay home with the Mom and suck up to her. She’ll be lonely and if you pay lots of attention to her, she’ll probably give you some premium noms.

Maybe even steak. Or shrimp! Dood, I hope you get some shrimp.

Dang. Now I want shrimp.

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