fact or fiction
Is it fact or merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores the myths and beliefs we hold about our pets, like why dogs wag their tails and cats purr.
Tails from the Titanic
Allow me to introduce myself! I'm Bella, and I'm a direct descendant of Jenny, the ship's cat, who lived on the Titanic. This story has been passed down through the generations when we gather under a full moon and sing the songs of our people. Most folks think that Jenny perished that terrible day along with most of the passengers. But I'm here to set the tale straight, or as we like to say, make sure your tail follows you through the door.
About A Pig
While many farms worldwide have one to thousands of pigs, not many people know a lot about these animals. I grew up on a pig farm and during the first 18 years of my life, I interacted with them on a daily basis. I learned what they liked and what they didn’t like. I learned their habits and how they communicated. On graduating from high-school, I left the farm briefly to attend the University of Saskatchewan. After becoming disenchanted with university life, I returned to the farm and became involved with the business of raising pigs. Our hog operation was a ‘Farrow to Finish’ business. We kept approximately 40 to 50 breeding sows throughout the year with about one third of them nursing at any one time. We sold anywhere from 300 to 600 market hogs per year and the returns on those sales provided a cash flow that allowed me to do most of the things I ever wanted to do in my life. On our farm, the care of the pigs was largely manual and very labor intensive for most of the years I partnered in the business. A summer tornado in 1976, destroyed parts of the various barns. We were forced to rebuild, so segments of the operation did become automated at that point, but we were still able to maintain a fairly close relationship with our animals even though some of the manual aspects were reduced. During all of my many years working with pigs I collected many interesting and perhaps trivial facts about pigs that I learned through experience or that I read about or that other hog farmers shared with me at countless auction sales and agricultural symposiums. Below, I have compiled 30 of those points about pigs that will get you up to date on everything that you should know about them.
We have always been fascinated by animals. Whether wild, marine or domestic, they never cease to amaze and entertain us. Every day we hear a new joke about our friends and pets. Here is my personal selection of unusual stories about animals
Pope Francis called pet owners selfish. An animal chaplain says he sells love short.
Numerous' the pet sweetheart who decides to be designated "Mother" or"Dad" rather than ace, or whose guard sticker gloats of "four-footed grandkids." But when Pope Francis as of late reprimanded the "childishness" of deciding to really focus on a creature as opposed to embracing a youngster, creature darlings harnessed, censuring the pope's "coldhearted" remarks on their decision to shower their adoration on different species.
Tips to care for your pet in winter
The time between December to February is excruciatingly cold, not only for us humans but for our dear pets too. It is, therefore, our responsibility to think about our pets’ safety and comfort in the cold months.
Bakula And Gangoat
Bakula and Gangoat There was a pond in a forest decorated with many aquatic animals. The pond was inhabited by various species of frogs, fish, snakes, gangs and crocodiles as well as goats. One of the goats, an old goat, was unable to make a living by fishing with his strength. One day he was sitting at the bottom of the pond crying with tears in his eyes. Seeing him crying like this, a gangster came with some other aquatic friends and sadly asked him respectfully, "Mama, you are not managing your food today, you are just crying and crying, what's the matter?" Tell us, can you help? % 3 Hearing Gangato's words, he said - you guessed right. I am living here with the determination to give up my life as a penance by retiring from the work of catching and eating fish. For the same reason, I am sitting here without catching the fish that come near.
Birch The boy stepped through lit trees and cast shadows and his boots made a familiar thud with each step. The treads of his boots were heavy and supported his ankles with stiff leather uppers. The annual fall of leaves and the ensuing decomposing thatch created layers and pockets of air, making the impact of his steps resonate like a slow drum beat. All around, the patchwork of flaky white bark of the birch trees stood like tall skinny pillars of light dotting their way across the brown earth. The Birchwood Forest glimmered in the morning sun as low clouds crept in over the treetops. Light sneaked through from the east and the shallow slanted rays of morning light complimented the chill in the air as it hit the muted forest floor.
Owls Are Sad Too pt. 2
Owen the Owl is still seeming to dismiss the matter that he’s a sad boy. That’s a feeling of defeat and loss. Now by living in a general centre the mask of knowledge with how other suffering somebody’s come to facts with being this hopeless and then on with the situational cause of affect that there is nothing being simply there that can be getting fit in well with whatever there is to be to understood on how to discover something better or even how to discover something meaningful in a world so cold that is caught in with the worst of a badgering concept of what we the owls do by hating ourselves and what get done by hating others.
The Labrador Next Door
I was a week shy of my 10th birthday, the day I broke into my neighbours’ property and absconded with their dog. It was one of the hottest summer days ever recorded; an absolutely scorching, searing heat. Everyone who could was sheltered indoors, huddled as close as possible to their air conditioners and fans.
It was the cusp of June. The air dry and cloggingly hot. Kiki, a short little black dog with one white toe on her front right paw and a splash of grey around her chest, darted in and out of the dusty green bushes that dotted along the old logging road. She was just a mutt that I rescued, who in favor rescued me. More than once, but I will never admit that to my family.
Dog Day Morning
It was a very cold January morning; one of those arctic daybreaks that one often encounters in wintry Montreal. Deciding to remain in bed at least until eight, I almost imperceptibly heard the sound of a scratch on the door. When I opened it, I found a cute cocker spaniel about to freeze to death. I let it in and thought that I heard it thank me. I brought it some warm milk and could have sworn that I heard it thank me again. I was getting ready to leave for work when I heard it wishing me a good day. I looked at the dog, it looked at me, opened its mouth and said: “Yes, you heard me! I spoke to you!” I was stunned. “I hope that you feel fine. You look quite pale. Although I am a dog, I do speak, English and French.” I regained my speech, and with extreme disbelief told it — there was no one else to speak to — that I knew that it was a prank. “My names are Honesty, Good Dog, Bad Dog, Sit, Roll Over, Jump, Fetch, Come Here, and Get Out,” it replied. Still doubtful, I mumbled my name. “I like your name,” uttered the dog and wiggled its tail. “Thanks!” I muttered. “What name do you prefer?” I added. “Yes,” said the dog. “Yes?” I asked. “Yes,” Yes replied. I smiled and was going to feed Yes, but she asked for a rain check. I sat beside her with a large coffee, feeling silly for a short while.
Hachiko-The Real and most faithful dog
Just outside one of the five exits of Tokyo's Shibuya Station is a bronze statue of a dog named Hachiko. A similar statue, erected in 2004, is in Odette, Hachiko's original hometown, where it is in front of the Akita Dog Museum. In addition to the Hachiko statue at Shibuya Station, there are statues in Hachiko's hometown outside Odate Station, and another statue is in front of the Akita Dog Museum. Not only is there a statue of Hachiko in front of Odate Station (above), you can find Hachiko Shrine on the platform and many other Akita Inu statues in the area, such as on top of the mailbox at the Town Hall (see below).