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Teaching dogs to ring doorbells

Teaching dogs to ring doorbells.

I first read about this madness in 2012, and the scientists are still at it. I am only going to say this one last time, so listen up. Whoever you white coats are, STOP THIS MADNESS RIGHT NOW! before it’s too late.

No possible good can come of this. If this were the old days an angry mob of peasants would show up at your castle, armed with torches and pitchforks, tie you up, and subject you to the ultimate punishment.  One of their favorite punishments was, to come prepared with 26 pounds of bacon, fry up the 26 pounds of bacon, all the while making a huge mess in your kitchen, and proceed to wrap your entire body in bacon, and drag you’re bacon wrapped body outside the drawbridge. Then, they would wait, they wouldn’t have to wait long.

Trust me, this was not pretty, as every dog owner knows exactly what happens when a dog smells bacon. That’s right, they go into a “bacon frenzy”. Now, just imagine 26 pounds of bacon. My God, the horror of it all. Dogs would come from miles around, far and wide, big and small. This bacon feeding frenzy generally put to an end, once and for all, to any possibility that forbidden knowledge spread any further. Dogs can never, ever, find out how to ring doorbells. This is just wrong, on so many levels, so consider yourself warned.

OK, since these are modern, civilized times, we will rely on logic and reason to make you see the error of your ways. I believe that you just don’t quite understand why, this is such a serious mistake. Let me explain this simply, with some real life examples. The main flaw in your thinking is basically this, DOGS HATE DOORBELLS!!!

I can’t put it in any more simply then that. There are two things in a dog’s life, that dogs despise more then anything on the planet. Doorbells, and Squirrels. There are other things as well, but these are the big two. We have a dog, Homer. So I have direct first hand knowledge, as to why you need to stop this right now.
Please pay attention, as it’s still not too late. We can still fix this.

They say that a picture speaks a thousand words, well then let me present, Exhibit A.

 

Exhibit-A  HOMER

Now, as you can see in Exhibit-A, our dog Homer. He is a fairly small 20 pound dog. He is part Rat Terrier and part Wiener dog. Don’t let his size fool you, in this picture he is vigilantly watching for Squirrels, and waiting for anyone stupid enough to walk up the front steps, and God forbid, ring the doorbell. God help us all if squirrels ever learned to ring doorbells.

The moment Homer hears the doorbell, whether he was watching, and waiting for it or not, Homer immediately goes into attack mode. It doesn’t matter if he is in the back yard, upstairs or wherever,  he can hear it. Upon hearing the doorbell, Homer will  shoot down stairs like a rocket, sliding into furniture like a pinball, (we have hard wood floors, so this is actually kind of funny to watch), and arrive at the front door, all before the unsuspecting person at the door has time to move their finger from the button. Homer’s barking will not cease for several minutes, no matter what you say, or do. All this because the dog is absolutely convinced that if you ring the doorbell, you obviously don’t belong here, and are certainly not welcome. As I said before, DOGS HATE DOORBELLS!!!

Another interesting fact is, if someone just knocks on the door, without ringing the doorbell, it does not provoke this type of extreme response.

I have a theory as to why all dogs instinctively hate doorbells. I believe that this extreme hatred of doorbells that all dogs seem to possess, can be traced back to Ivan Pavlov, the famous Russian scientist. In 1901 Pavlov did a series of conditioned reflex (brain washing) experiments with dogs, where he conditioned dogs to salivate at the sound of a bell. It seems logical that all modern dogs are decedents of these original test subjects.

Furthermore, dogs have somehow developed some sort of ancestral subconscious collective memory of these experiments that is hard wired into their DNA. Over the years, and thousands of generations, this collective memory has evolved from associating the sound of a bell and salivating, to associating the sound of a bell, to extreme danger. So, you see there is absolutely nothing you can do, or say, to change this behavior.

I have even done my own extensive research, to determine if different types of doorbells, may induce a different reaction in our dog, Homer. My theory is simple, maybe there are different types of doorbell sounds, or melodies that may mitigate, or minimize, Homer’s extreme response to the doorbell.

For my experiments, I used one of those wireless programmable electronic doorbells. The kind that you can program to make 12 different types of sounds, everything from the standard “ding-dong, to a variety of different chimes, and melodies. My theory was that there may be a certain type of sound, that Homer, or any other dog for that matter, may not recognize as a doorbell at all.

For my controlled experiment, over a period of twelve days I reprogrammed the wireless electronic doorbell everyday. I even moved the doorbell to different parts of the house, so Homer would not be able to associate a particular sound coming from the same location.  This experiment was a complete failure. Homer was always able to determine that no mater what type of sound or melodies, I programmed into the doorbell, or wherever the sound was originating from within the house, he always knew it was the doorbell and he always exhibited the exact same extreme reaction. Also, it is interesting to note, that if Homer hears a doorbell on a TV show, or movie, or any other type of bell sound at all, he never reacts to it. Somehow, he is instinctively able to tell the difference.

So my friends, as you can plainly see teaching dogs to ring doorbells is an extremely dumb thing to do. You see, it doesn’t matter if a person rings the doorbell, or the dog does it itself, the dogs instinctive reaction is going to be the exactly same. The dog will immediately go into attack mode, and be absolutely certain that someone is at the door, a person who doe’s not belong there, and is not welcome. So what possible gain would you have teaching a dog to ring the doorbell. Like I said previously  whoever is doing this, STOP IT RIGHT NOW!!! before you destroy the delicate balance of power between mankind, and our canine companions.

I previously mentioned Squirrels. So, let’s talk about Squirrels for a minute. It may be a toss-up, as to which thing dog’s hate more, doorbells or Squirrels. Dog’s consider Squirrels to be the embodiment of pure evil, and all Squirrels must be killed on sight. It’s interesting how Squirrels invoke such a primal kill instinct in dog’s vs. birds, turtles, cats, possums, armadillos, etc., while Homer doesn’t particularly like them either, he doe’s not  react with the same kill-on-sight behavior. Face it, if you own a dog, having a pet Squirrel is out of the question.

Using Homer, as an example, Homer absolutely hates squirrels, hate may not even be a strong enough word. Try to picture this, we have a really large yard, there is a set of steep concrete stairs, ten steps to the bottom to be precise. Homer, will lay at the top of the stairs, just inside the door, crouched down really low, just watching, and waiting. He is intently watching the really large Camphor tree in the middle of the backyard.  This tree is home to many, many, Grey Squirrels, and Homer damn well knows it.

Homer will lay in wait, just watching and waiting, for hours at a time, That’s of course, assuming some unfortunate soul, makes the stupid decision to ring the front doorbell. In that case, all bets are off. Evidently doorbells, trumps the evil, despicable squirrels.

Anyway, the moment a Squirrel comes down from the tree, or even thinks about coming down, Homer, shoots down the stairs like a rocket, I would never have imagined he could move that fast. Due to the ludicrous speed, he gains from shooting down the stairs, at a full run, he makes a wide loop around the tree, and actually runs up the tree, and seriously, makes it about eight feet up the tree trunk, just below the first main branch. Of course, Homer is barking the whole time, just daring the Squirrel to come down, where he can get at them. I have no doubt in my mind, that if he was actually able to catch one, and he has tried literally hundreds of times, he would tear it to pieces. God help, the first Squirrel, that zigs, when it should have zagged.

There is something about squirrels, I have no idea what is is, that dogs absolutely despise. I know from watching Homer’s attempted kill missions that it must be something. I have notice though, how Squirrels make this “chattering” sound at the dog, especially when they are safely just out of reach. The only thing I can figure out is dogs must be able to understand the Squirrels language, at least in a rudimentary sort of way.

I always imagine that the Squirrels chattering must be the equivalent to: “Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, You can’t get me. You stupid, smelly piece of s–t,.” Obviously, the dog gets it, as he always becomes even more enraged.

Maybe, Dogs and Squirrels have been having this epic battle for centuries. All I know for certain is, if the Squirrel makes one mis-step, or for any reason is distracted, even for a moment, Homer, is going to have Squirrel for lunch. Frankly, I wouldn’t blame him.

In closing, Let me just say this. Now, that I have explained the error of your ways, in a clear, concise, and extremely eloquent manner, Please stop this madness right now. Because, as you can plainly see, DOGS HATE DOORBELLS!!!

As always,

I am…

Tom Dye, The Safety Guy

 

This news commentary is an original work of satire by Tom Dye, The Safety Guy.

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Damn You 2016 You Took The Inventor Of The Red Solo Cup!

Damn You 2016 You Took The Inventor Of The Red Solo Cup!

Well 2016, all I can say is good riddance. I don’t know what we ever did to deserve your mean-spirited death and destruction that you brought upon us for an entire year, and frankly, I don’t care. What I do know is we fu*king hate you and no one, I mean no one will mourn your passing.

You took many from us who we all loved, David Bowie, Prince, Leonard Cohen, George Michael, Carrie Fisher and Debbie Reynolds as well as many, many, more. But you weren’t satisfied with just them, were you? OH NO!

With only a couple weeks left in your reign as the worst and meanest year ever, you just couldn’t help taking one last swipe, one last evil deed that would strike fear and sadness into every single American.

No, I am not talking about that abomination Donald Trump that you so gleefully gave us to make our lives even more miserable for the next four years, and by the way fu*ck you very much for that one.

I am talking about you taking the beloved American icon,  Robert Leo Hulseman.

Robert Hulseman was beloved by all. He was the inventor of the “Red Solo Cup”. You certainly know what I’m talking about right?

Red Solo Cup

Ah, Red Solo Cups where should I begin?

There wasn’t a party, barbecue, or gathering where Red Solo Cups were not an integral part. Red Solo Cups were also outstanding for hiding what you were actually drinking, especially in locations where alcohol was frowned upon, or not allowed.

Robert Hulseman invented the Red Solo Cup way back in the 1970’s.  I have literally hundreds of fond memories of me and my faithful Red Solo Cup.

The hundreds of concerts, backyard barbecues, beach parties, dinner parties, New Year’s Eve, holiday parties, office parties, birthdays, and so much more.

You could rinse and reuse them, you could stack them, write your name on them with a permanent marker. You could even play beer pong.

Toby Keith even wrote a hit song about them;

Red solo cup you’re more than just plastic

You’re more than amazing you’re more than fantastic
And believe me that I’m not the least bit sarcastic
When I look at you and say
Red solo cup, you’re not just a cup. (No, no, God no)
You’re my, you’re my friend. (Friend, friend, friend, life long)
Thank you for being my friend”.

 

Well, 2016, you may have taken Robert Hulseman from us, but his Red Solo Cup lives on.

And don’t even think we are going to keep his death un-avenged 2016, OH NO!

Robert Hulseman, as well as David Bowie, cannot and will not, be forgiven. 2016 you started off with such hope and promise, and instead, you only brought us death, destruction as well as Donald Trump.

So, 2016, as punishment for all your evil deeds you will be collectively forgotten by the human race. You will be totally and thoroughly erased from our hearts and minds. It will be as if you never even existed at all.

This shall be the greatest punishment of all, to be relegated to the dustbin of history with no one caring or even remembering any of your deeds or actions. It shall be as if you never were.

It is decreed that as of right now 2016, you are banished from the collective minds of the human race never to be thought of or spoken of again.

And so it shall be.

I raise my Red Solo Cup to you Robert Hulseman, Cheers, and thanks for all the memories. You may be gone, but you will never be forgotten.

As Always,

I Am….

Tom Dye, The Safety Guy

 

This is an original work of news satire from the mind of Tom Dye, The Safety Guy

 

S-no-way! Plow Driver FIRED After Intentionally Burying Cars In Snow

S-no-way! Plow Driver FIRED After Intentionally Burying Cars In Snow.

It’s about f–king time that these flakes get fired for intentionally burying cars in the snow. I used to live in the Northeast; in Connecticut, and Massachusetts. There is nothing more annoying than this.

As a matter of fact, this is one of the reasons I moved to Florida. I can say unequivocally, I am never going to snow again as long as I live. As a matter of fact I don’t even like watching snow on TV, at least now I can change the channel.

It’s kind of interesting how people who live in climates where it doesn’t snow, like Florida, seem to have this romantic notion about snow. There is absolutely nothing whatsoever romantic about snow, black ice, below freezing temperatures for months on end, not to mention taking a chance on freezing to death just taking the garbage out.

Let me tell you how it really is, especially in Massachusetts. It usually starts snowing somewhere around Christmas, or maybe shortly thereafter. It usually starts to get cold around Halloween. The first snowfall of the year is kind of cool. Everything turns white and is kind of magical. If that was all the snow for the year and it would immediately warm up right after, I would have been perfectly happy. But, the problem is that is just the beginning of several months of frozen hell.

The first month is OK, I can deal with it. However, by February, or March, I was ready to kill someone, I would be angry and depressed all the time. If this was some sort of joke played by God upon the poor unsuspecting saps in the Northeast, I can tell you first hand, that by March it is certainly not f–king funny.

I was actually born in Southern California. I first moved to Connecticut when I was nineteen in 1978. I moved there in August or September. This was the very same year that there was a huge snowstorm and they actually closed down all the roads in the entire state for three days. That’s right, they actually shut down the entire State of Connecticut for three entire days. This was my first inkling that this move may not have been the best idea. Of course, it took me another 28 years or so, to figure it all out.

Then there is what is known as black ice. It has nothing to do with the color, except black ice is a very thin layer of ice on the roads, walkways, etc. This is a ridiculous phenomena. It is almost cartoon-like, you walk outside, and Wham! the next thing you know you are on your back, hoping that you didn’t break anything.

The roads are even worse. Imagine this, you are driving along slowly when all of a sudden your car starts sliding and turning in circles. Your brakes and steering don’t do a damn thing. You can turn the steering wheel in complete circles in both directions and it has absolutely no effect on changing the direction where the car is heading. Brakes, forget about it, they are totally useless. But, it’s not just you and your car, it’s 30 or 40 other cars around you as well. Trust me this will age you a couple of years, in just a few minutes. It’s kind of like a slow-motion demolition derby, and there is nothing you can do about it.

Here’s a good one, you know the kind of garbage cans that have the wheels on them, so you can easily roll them out to the curb? I always used those because they are so easy to move them around. Anyway, I used to go through about 3 or 4 of these type garbage cans over the course of the winter months. The problem with these was, during the day, the weather would warm up to temperatures above freezing. During the night the temperatures would drop down to well below freezing again.

The problem with wheelie garbage cans was that when I needed to take the garbage cans out to the curb, the wheels would be frozen to the ground. So, what would happen was when you grabbed the garbage can, the wheels would snap right off. These garbage cans will not stand up by themselves without the wheels. This is just another annoying example of winter in the Northeast.

One year, I can’t remember exactly what year it was, as I am still trying to block this winter nightmare out of my memory, it was that f–king bad. It was an unusually cold winter coupled with a larger amount of snow than normal. It accumulated like one hundred inches of snow over the winter and basically never melted away during the course of winter.

I had a pretty nice 22″ snow blower that I used all the time. It got to the point where I couldn’t use it anymore because the snow was so high that it wouldn’t throw it that high anymore. I then had to resort to using a snow shovel, that’s right a “snow shovel”. Technology had failed me.

This was the exact moment that I knew I was going to move to a warmer climate. Don’t even get me started on getting up an hour or more earlier than normal, just so I could have the privilege of shoveling my driveway and somehow figure out how to get into my car that was encased in 1/4 inch of solid ice.

So, let’s get back to the annoying snowplow driver, flake. So after getting up stupidly early, shoveling my car and driveway and somehow de-icing my car that was solidly encased in ice. I finally would be ready to go to work About this time, without fail, the f–king a–hole of a snowplow driver would come along and bury the end of my driveway in a barrier of about two feet of packed snow.

I was ready to kill one of these idiots more than once. Trust me if I wasn’t so tired from shoveling and de-icing for over an hour I would have. To make matters worse, sometimes they would have some stupid s–t eating grin, or even give me this jaunty wave. They had no idea that they were close to death many, many times.

So evidently, this guy, was the worst of the worst. You are not going to believe this, but he actually had a YouTube channel and he recorded himself taunting these poor souls whose cars he had just buried intentionally. on one of the videos he can be heard saying; “Ha haaaaa! You want to find your car? You come see me, I’ll let you know where it is. Maybe. Ha ha ha ha ha!”

So, Mr. Sleazeball s–t-head snowplow driver, how does it feel to be the one left out in the cold? Maybe you lost your way and forgot that your main job was to remove snow, so people could drive on the road, and not to intentionally bury people’s cars, so their lives are made even more miserable in the sub-zero winter hell than it already is.

I suppose this former sleazeball snowball driver can now graduate into one of the other despicable trades like a repo man, or parking enforcement officer.  If you have any snow horror stories, feel free to tell us all about them.

 

As always,
 

I am…Tom Dye, The Safety Guy

This is an original work of satire by Tom Dye, The Safety Guy. This article is based on actual reported events. OK, very loosely based on actual events, or maybe hardly at all. 

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