#mudi information

[firelightfoxes]

So how batshit crazy and feral are Mudis really?

tumblr is literally the worst i JUST got this ask lollll

so i think a decent amount of the "omg insane!!!" mudi rhetoric is just gatekeeping. like, they're definitely quirky and weird and unique, but most of them aren't a pocket-sized malinois like some people would have you believe. but this also depends on lines, there are definitely some lines that are higher drive, higher intensity so it kinda just comes down to finding the right breeder for what you want in your dog.

i will say that they're a breed where you have to be very intentional and careful with their socialization - they aren't always naturally well-adjusted so you kinda have to make that a priority for them during puppyhood.

and then also some of them are really, really barky. like, i have a friend who says her 3 mudis will start barking and yelling if someone in the house gets up from a chair. i simply could NOT live with that. but this may be a training thing too, idk. i was very careful from an early age to always reward Lichen for being quiet or using her voice at a low volume rather than a full bark. and she is very quiet, when she does use her voice it's usually a legitimate alert and not something dumb like the wind blowing. she uses her brain before she uses her voice which i really love. but yeah, some mudi will just blindly bark at whatever they want.

so yeah, i mean they kinda give off little feral dude vibes but i wouldn't really call them batshit, as a whole. they're fun!

#i hate tumblr #asks #nefja #mudi info #i swear i had a tag for that but now i can't remember #mudi information #mudi faq #? #one of those has to be it #answered

[maxismp1]

Captain Price x fem! reader

The reader is preferred as a callsign Blitz. No names besides that are used!

English ain't ma first language ✨

Idk if i should do part 2, comment If yuh

Rain poured down onto the mudy shooting range. No dust flying around, only the scent of rain filled nostrils of who ever decedided to go out. Or maybe a soldier who was punished, who knows. (I do)

Mostly everyone's stayed inside the base, alongside the comanding officers. Even the famouse groups of the base, the TF141 wasn't on any missions. Whitch was suprisng for them, everyone needs a rest eventually.

Voices and sounds of boots clicking on the floors rafieted off of the walls, filing in as white notice for people. No conflict and no fighting. No one was under stress.. Expect the officer who were preparing for the upcoming missions of there squads, plattons. No diferent to that was Blitz. The colonel of the base, one that junior officers often come to ask for advice.

Blitz was a woman of few words, yet somhow even in a sentance that grasps 5 words, it helps them. Yet, people referred to her as scary, her image was used by lieutenants to scare new recruits, even in a joking manner.

Who wouldn't take a double look when passing by her. Woman that reached the height of 6'2 feet tall (shush.). Uniform always neatly put on, never a fold or a smudge udge on it. Scars cover most of her body, after 27 years of service it was expected. Her tired face graced a faint smile she offered soldiers that saluted her or asked for advice. Even after reaching the age of 45 years old, she refused to retire. Passion for work always payed off.

This particular day, she was signing some documents, reading true the never ending files. Silent music played from the small speaker some lieutenant got her for her birthday. (not Ghost, ik you alrady thought of him). Only thing that broke her out of her own small world was the knock on her door. Without looking up she simply yelled "Name and business? "

few silent seconds past and then a man replyed "is captain Price ma'am, i need to ask few questions". He was a man who visited dosnt visit her often.

"come in" and so he dose. The door swiftly opens and closes behind him "what can I help you with?" her eyes dont avert from the paper she was reading. Simply waiting for him to ask the question he came in here for.

"i have few questions about the next.. Operation" the British accent was something way to familiar to her by now. Every 3rd soldier or recruit was a British person.

"ask" the paper was signed an placed down, her gaze now on him

"the general has informed me that someone will be joing us, someone I personaly haven't met, and Laswell has no information about this" Blue eyes stared at her face as a light frown apeard on her face. Scared hands began listing true certain papers that had the symbol of his Task force on them. After few minuts she found the paper

".. Well this ain't right" she scooted her chair back and stood up "ill be right back, stay here"

So he did. Around 10 minuts past when she came back. "I confirmed with Shephard. I'll be joining the OP you will be performing in Croatia next month" Blitz walks back to her deal and sits into her chair. The paper now has a signature writen with red ink on it, it was nicely set down onto a separated file group.

"so you will be attending the breefing?" he asked while looking at her "I supose so" she replied while looking up at him from her sitting position "it's a OP as any other. Your team will find out the details in the breefing, I'll tell you now. Some people formed a gang, something with drug traficing, aperently it got out of control and the military was involved, so you.. We are sent to fix it. Get the boss and make him confess, eliminate him. "

"alright then ma'am" "I'll see you tomorow, captain"

salutes were exchanged and he left the room, closing the door behind himself.

If I should continue this please write down bellow <3

#cod x reader #cod mw2 #cod #captain john price #john price #price #john price x reader #captain price #captain johnathan price

[highlycaffeinatedmudi]

Hi! Would you be able to share some information about Mudis? I’ve been looking into the breed and they are so beautiful and intense ! I’d love to know more about their temperament and how they behave in household environments.

Hi! I will preface this by saying Kávé is my first Mudi and I’ve met very few other Mudi in my lifetime. However, below are my experiences with him!

He is without a doubt the weirdest dog I’ve ever met. Love him, but by God is he strange. He grabs things with his hands. (Yes hands. Referring to him as “pawing” something or “using his paws” doesn’t do justice to what he does). He uses his hands like a little raccoon. Anything new, he will literally try to grab it out of my hand. Then he might use his mouth to bite at it like a normal dog. He behaves more like some sort of Creature than a dog. His nickname is Weasel for a good reason.

While Mudi are a herding breed, they also have a lot of spitz and terrier influence. People mistakenly think they’ll be like a smaller Border collie, always at your whim to do your bidding. No. If there is food involved, Kávé will likely do as I ask but he may also say “Screw you” and do whatever he likes. I am a professional dog trainer and I kid you not when he was 6months old I wondered what I had gotten myself into and said I’d not get another Mudi every again. He can be A LOT. And I DO NOT recommend them for a first time dog owner. He would terrorize an average family lol 😂 Now I don’t say that to “gatekeep” I’m just being honest. They’re not a super easy breed for most people. However, I’ve come to really love him and his challenges and I’m starting to think I might eventually get another one (once Kávé is WAY out of adolescence mind you).

As far as being in the house, he’s gotten much better about being able to just be out in the house and settle. For awhile, he mostly spent time in his huge expen when he wasn’t exercising or training because otherwise he was constantly getting into things and terrorizing me by trying to do WWE wrestling moves on me while I tried to just lay on the couch. For awhile, he needed TONS of outdoor time before he could even settle down. But now, as I said, he has gotten better about it as he’s matured. We actually took an hour nap together on the couch today!

Reactivity is something that is in the breed. Kávé loathes men and can be reluctant about women if they are strangers. However, if he knows you, he becomes an absolute puddle and loves attention. His reactivity is something I am working on, but I never expect him to be 100% comfortable with a stranger coming up to touch him which is why I won’t be pursuing conformation with him. We’ll instead stick to sports such as FastCAT and Dock diving where there is minimal judge or other people interaction. There are other Mudi out there (like his sire and brother) who ADORE all people. So it really does depend on the dog.

All in all Mudi are fascinating creatures and if you have any other questions, feel free to message me. I am by no means an expert but I’ve come to love the breed and don’t mind sharing my experiences.

#Mudi #once again disclaimer I am not a Mudi Expert #but this is an accurate description of mine lol

[yetanothersaint]

went to Meet the Breeds yesterday :) i only took one picture, showing off the scottish deerhounds' energy levels at the end of the day:

i'm really glad i got to go! i pet a ton of dogs and learned a lot.

unfortunately it sounds like the mudi and the icelandic shepherd aren't a good match for me :( but poodles, shelties, mini american shepherds, and the nederlandse kooikerhondje are still on the list, with an extra tick for having met their owners and breeders irl! and i got to put irish terrier and mini schnauzer back on the list bc their owners were very convincing about their ability to adapt to my life. plus i was very surprised by how much i liked tibetan terriers, given i'd hardly considered them at all before :o so they're on the list now too... current list is actually kinda long, yeegh...

also got confirmation that the borzoi could work someday, AND that the belgian sheepdog might work :D!!! maybe even sooner than i ever thought?

still, nothing's happening for quite some time-- i'll have to see how grad school applications play out, plus i can't stay where i am forever. i don't expect to be able to take a puppy for at least another year (or maybe three tbh), but it's good to have some hands-on information and opinions from people who know the dogs.

the path to the future i want is getting more and more visible :) but in between i think i have to get another cat for my rutabaga anyways, and every day that i don't have a 10-gallon betta-shrimp-snail tank hurts me, so. things to do!

#first time in nyc since pre-pandemic! wish more people in the building had been wearing masks but what can you do #saint talks

[merelygifted]

Mudi Dog Breed Information - American Kennel Club

#Dogs #Mudi #Working Dogs #awww #too cute

[drachliebe]

So for Lilli I think a Basenji fits her personality.

But a mudi is what comes to my mind when I think more appearance-wise. Also they are herding dogs. And she was made to lure/herd dragons.

Taba is a bit harder to pin down for me. But I think great danes fit him in terms of personality. And the fact that when he’s older he’s gonna grow up to be a big ole dragon. But for now he’s just a wee lad. Idk. those are doctors diagnoses

“ . . . . ”

“ your analysis is most informative . thank you for your time . ”

“ i wanted to be a wolf ... ”

#🔥) ⋆｡°✩ic . #❄️) ⋆｡°✩ic . #🌙) ⋆｡°✩asks . #//LDKJFDS I THOUGHT OF ANSWERING THIS OOC BUT NAH #// the kids would wanna know this stuff xD #lepuspaw #// i love both ur answers!! they're very fitting!!! #// taba just wants to be a wolf because they're cool and wild LOL

[mostshipshape]

Action Report 6 - “Dernière Danse”

Welcome, friends, to the final Action Report of the first game of Shipshape! And welcome to the final submission period, and the final poll! 

First of all, I would like to draw your attention to some stunning works of art!

From @sailorpants we have one Minna Peggram!

From @chiropteracupola we have... oh my, David Price and Gwilym Parry, James Tillbury and Minna Peggram, and Bryn Morgan and Jean-Heron Toussaint! As well as a most kind offer to draw more sailors given descriptions, and what an honour!

Now, while we have been stymied by a sudden obstacle in our plans- and by we I mean myself, and by obstacle I mean a most irritating illness- I do hope that our final part of our journey will be, ahem, smooth sailing, and I do hope that you, dear readers and players, have enjoyed following along on this journey!

I had planned for rather more involvement and excitement in this final report, but this damnable illness has rather affected me more than I had planned for. So, I will write and release this report in the interests of preventing further schedule slippage and maintaining what little rhythm there remains.

This week’s poll is about… well, it’s all Gallian to me. No, more specifically, it is about fates. The submission period will end on Sunday the 31st of July, 1 PM GMT/11PM GMT+10.

In any case, let us begin-

Our ship has weathered the storm well enough, despite the wind and the waves. You would think that the rain would help to wash the blood away, but enough of it sticks that perhaps it could be a stark reminder of how difficult it is to wash off sins. 

We prevailed. How could we not? We are proud Pickles, and this ship has been our home for quite some time. We are fortunate in that not so many of our people were lost, but there were casualties as there always are. 

I wish I could tell you numbers, but alas, I am… recovering, let us put it that way. But perhaps some names will suffice.

Thomas Perrin. Charlotte Mudie. Mark Wym. Alice Duffee. Sarah Peddy. There are more, and you may not have known them so well, but someone did, and I suppose someone has to write them down.

And so into the deep we consign them.

But I suppose you’d be more interested in who lies in the sickbay? 

Midshipman George Crawford was laid low by a pistol shot, and he fights for life.

The prisoner is weak, but alive enough; and they are no longer confined to their lovely locked cabin below. They are not willing to respond to most questions, though I am sure they might speak to friendly voices.

First Lieutenant Davies… is not staying in the sickbay, because a certain gunner took a blow meant for him. But I do believe he is making as many visits to the sickbay as much as his new station of, ah, acting captain permits.

Perhaps I should tell you of what occurred between our captain and the Gallian captain, their final dance-

Image of a stormy rainy sea generated in an anime illustration style by the neural network AI Disco Diffusion, ship pictures taken from here and edited in before running the result through the generator again, more information here

They had been lovers once, and then they had met on the deck of a ship. It had been a lot like this, rain and wind and war, and the way that Captain Swanmay would tell it later would be a dramatic tale of fighting nearly to the death until cornered and pinned, the young Gallian Captain would offer up his sword-

The truth had been that it had been rather less fighting than that, and driven by feelings that ill belonged on a battlefield and between clashes of feinted blades, the two made an agreement. Maupertuis had been the better fighter, but he refused to see the young lieutenant dead by his hand. And so Maupertuis had surrendered his ship and his sword to Swanmay.

Neither of them would tell the truth to their respective nations, and their crews were so involved in the fighting that they would hardly know what happened… well, some of them had a suspicion, and there were a few rumours, but rumours can be discounted. And so as Swanmay was congratulated and promoted-

Maupertuis, when he returned to Gallia, was shamed and accused, court martialled, found not guilty but not in the court of public opinion. So I believe, then, that he came to this rendezvous filled with bitterness and heartbreak and regret, ready to right a past mistake, before it all went wrong.

Blades clashed, no words exchanged- though Swanmay did try, oh, now they tried to speak, but Maupertuis would not hear any of it! And Swanmay pulled their pistol out, but Maupertuis had always been the faster draw and the better fighter, and Swanmay fell.

But even with such heartbreak and grief and fear driving his actions, Maupertuis could not help but to step back and stare at the wounded form of the enn he once loved. And perhaps it did not take so much for him to falter in his sword arm, and for him to surrender his sword to us, when the fighting ceased.

Captain Swanmay is fighting for their life, and I do not know if they will survive. Captain Maupertuis has given us his parole, though we have hardly been so courteous, breaking the truce and the agreement as we have.

Ah, yes. The marines responsible for the initial panicked shots has been identified. Ezra Lester and Joan Deacon, and we do not know which of them fired the one that hit our prisoner and which one hit the Gallian officer. I suspect they’d be punished equally, because someone needs to be punished for this mess.

But we cannot sort that out now, because there are a great many things we must take care of first, such as our new Gallian prize. We have captured La Tempête, and now we must sail her home.

So, what do you do? I’ll allow up to two actions again, for the length of the trip. If you are injured or maimed in health, you may rest in the sick bay to recover one level of health - though I daresay that, so close to the end of our story, this might not be so worth it.

Perhaps you may aid our wounded in the sick bay with First Aid, or perhaps you wish to speak to one of the wounded, such as the Gallian prisoner, or our injured captain? Or perhaps you wish to speak to one of the Loegrian prisoners who we have liberated, who I will sketch a quick picture of shortly? 

Or perhaps you have ended up on the captured Tempête, quite broken and battered by the storm, and are aiding in commanding the prize crew or aiding in sailing her home? Maritime or Seamanship might be appropriate here, or perhaps to those so skilled, some Carpentry might work wonders.

Or something else? Throwing a celebration for the capture of the prize? Hosting a rat race? Perhaps I will edit this post later to have a fuller picture of proper prompts, for your captain’s clerk’s poor brain is rather taxed at the moment, and is only holding on due to stubbornness.

This is a little bit of an epilogue, perhaps, a little bit of a parting dance, and if you’d like, you could tell me of your thoughts and dreams. Do you think you will continue to sail with the Pickle, after this?

Do you think what happened was inevitable, was right, was just?

But you do not have to answer these questions. Just some food for thought from your Captain’s Clerk.

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And let me quickly speak of who we found on La Tempête-

The officers for which we were to trade the prisoner for, well, they have been returned to us. They have been treated rather well, and were quite surprised to hear of what had occurred, or the circumstances in which we have reunited with them. 

Among the reunited prisoners were two young midshipmen, one of whom asks quite insistently after Swanmay’s wellbeing. A relative, it seems.

One of the other prisoners appears to be quite a well regarded officer, an instructor of the Loegrian Royal Gunnery training vessel, HMS Superb, who taught many in the service before returning to active duty- and then becoming a prisoner of war. Many of their pupils will be quite pleased to hear of their return.

And yet, some of the other prisoners are quite, quite insistent on getting back to Loegris as soon as possible.

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I do hope you will accept my apology of the lateness of this report. Here is a link to the submission box to tell me of your intentions, and remember, anyone may ask me about NPCs, settings or clarifications.

Do be safe, my guests and sailors,

And I will remain your most obedient but rather ill servant-

@cadmusfly

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Subscribers:

@clove-pinks @sailorpants @stunsls @rhaill @linnadhiell @contemporarypotato @gniew777

#shipshape action report #shipshape game #shipshape update

[tary289]

500 Days

Fuck it tehe, i wrote this in like 20 minutes take it, its word vomit, and uber bad but i dont really care cause its like about to be 1 am and im still not tired, lots of twd referances cause i love that, judge me, be cruel, kinda wanna see how bad it really is, protagonist is unnamed cause im very bad at names.

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I woke from my slumber, like every other person. I checked my digital watch, and it read Wednesday, August 8th, 6:02 AM. The watch didn't say the year, but that was fine, as that information was not yet bygone to me. 

Mudi was still asleep next to me, my only friend while the world ended, he's such a good dog.

I rose from the comfort of my mattress and just lurked for a few minutes, eventually I heard Mudi rise too, and he came running for his food which I had already placed into his bowl. Today was day 500, a milestone if you will. I would be lost trying to tell how long it's been with just the watch, so I've been keeping track of money which now holds no value.

One day is one more penny into the tray, after five days the pennies are replaced with one nickel, after 10 days the nickels were replaced with one dime, 25 days and the two dimes and one nickel became a quarter and so on, I replaced the twin two dollar, three quarters, 2 dimes and four pennies with a five dollar bill. It's reminiscent of a collection basket I would witness go down the pew I sat in and when it reached me I would swiftly put in some pennies I dug up from the couch cushions at home. 

With a newfound wakeful mind, I collected my things and left out the door, Mudi shortly behind me. The birds greeted me with their songs as I and company went to the nearby river to collect fish, which I loathed. This life may keep me humble, and humble I've become. I used to loathe the taste of seafood, but now I look forward to it, although perhaps that's because of the lack of any other food.

I had a comfortable schedule, in the dawn I fished, not with a fishing rod. No, that's too tedious, I employ a sharpened pool cue, technically a spear. It's my instrument. But I still know not what my symphony is.

Time passed, bucket filled, legs waterlogged. It was time to return home. I’ll bore you not with details, I placed the fish into my makeshift salt box and continued on with my schedule.

Checking on the water collectors on the roof, and they were all fine and untouched, but I needed something to occupy myself with so I left to find something else. I could raid some more of the town, make my ever-growing collection of canned goods grinder, find some new literature, maybe some more clothes, medical supplies would be nice as I've only really found prescription drugs for some pain which I lack.

So with Mudi at my side we go into the small township which is Blackwood. I never knew this place before it all, it's funny how the end of the world caused me to migrate across the country. I always knew this town as devoid of people, just Mudi and I.

We spent the rest of the day going through buildings, collecting anything which could be of use, books, magazines, canned foods, clothes, medicine, alcohol (for when I'm of age of course), vinyls, a little bit of everything really. I finally found a vinyl I've been looking for, “Just the two of us” by Grover Washington. It was my parent's favorite, sadly I lack the necessary materials to play it but It's nice to have.

My day was done as the sun rested, the most important part of the day was upon me, messages to others. I lit the bonfire I constructed on my house's roof, stronger enough so it appears as a small orange glint in the distance from my fellow survivors. And after a few minutes, I saw those five specks appear in the distance. 

The paper with Morse code scribbled onto it in my hand I signaled “SAFE” and I received the same message from the five other lights. Why did we not meet up? Perhaps to not disrupt the life we have cultivated with the complication of others? That's why I remain here, at least.

I put out my fire after cooking dinner, charred lake fish, I put out the fire and saw the other specks disappear. Mudi and I ate on the roof of the warehouse now home, gazing into the stars beyond us.

Then a rumble, Mudi bolts down the stairs of the open door into the safety of our home, I look above and there it is, one of those things, I still don't know if they have an official name but I've dubbed them Drifters, they come and go at random intervals, I've grown used to them, well giant hunks of metal floating in the sky will always be an oddity. They do not bother me as much as they used to.

I kind of like watching them now, as they drift into a destination beyond my sight below the horizon. Though I decide to call it a night, it's spaghetti Thursday tomorrow, just need to find some spaghetti. 

#wordvomit #bruh #whyds #i #write #this #ugggghhhhhh #verybadwriting #1 am #theresadog #2006 imagine

[writingpencil]

Mercy

It wasn’t supposed to go like this. It wasn’t supposed to go like this at all. He’d seen car crashes before, been in a few once or twice, but a crash like this was, fortunately, rare. From small whispers, and what information he could connect, he put together the scene in his mind: The car, a four seater, had suddenly skidded off the road and the two tires caught in the ditch, causing the car to flip onto its back. However, the car continued to skid back until it hit a tree, where it was punctured five times in the belly. Glass had shattered, spreading across the field like a terrible rose. There was blood, his sweet Mudi dog had sniffed it out and was rewarded for doing such. Horror plagued his mind, knowing that blood belonged to his friends.

He turned to the nearest paramedic. “Any news on the victims?”

“Negative.” She responded, flipping through a couple of her papers.

A worrisome expression grew on his face, and he quickly did one last surveillance of the scene. His Mudi let out a small bark, pointing her nose towards the treeline. Following her direction, he cautiously stepped over a bush. He looked down, taking a small step back when he saw a heart shaped locket. He knelt down, picking it up carefully. He smiled, opening up to see the pictures. On one side, was a photo of a loving couple with their triplets. On the other side, was him, his friends, and his Mudi. 

He smiled, tucking the locket in his pocket. His smile turned into an expression of fear upon seeing the three red eyes further in the woods. His Mudi growled, biting onto his pants and dragging him away. A growl, mixed between a human wail and a bear snarl, rattled his brain without mercy. His mind went blank, his heart raced.

A hand grabbed his arm and brought him far away from the treeline, farther than his Mudi could bring him. Someone was yelling commands, but he and his other officials were escorted back to the facility before anyone could ask questions. A guard went around, asking for accounts and any extra evidence. However, he kept the locket to himself. It was his friend’s, not the facility’s.

#writing #creative writing #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writer

[hardynwa]

Abuja private school owners reject Wike’s fee hike

An unprecedented hike in fees for Abuja-based private schools is imminent following the decision of the Minister of Federal Capital Territory, Nyesom Wike, to hike operation charges of private schools in the capital city. Under the new tax regime, each school will be billed according to tuition paid by students and the number of enrolments. A memo by the Head of Account, Department of Quality Assurance of the Education Secretariat, Mudi Muhammed, which was obtained by our correspondent on Monday, said the development would take effect from January 2024. The memo was titled: “Review of private school operation charges in FCT,” and it read: “ Following the approval of the Honourable Minister of the FCT for a review of operational charges (annual charge, accreditation, application, re-accreditation, commencement and recognition) payable by private schools in the FCT. “You are by this letter informed that the old rate of charges cease to be valid as of 31/12/2023 and the new rate of charges effective 1/1/2024. “Under the new rate, each school is billed according to the tuition charged and the number of enrollments. As a consequence, each school has its peculiar bill. You should also note that all application(s) are now N40,000.” Meanwhile, the National Association of Private School Owners in the FCT, in a letter written to the Education Secretariat, noted that such a tax review at a time when the Federal Government had promised to eliminate multiple taxes would only increase the cost of education beyond the reach of many parents, thus adding to the population of out-of-school children. In the letter signed by its Chairperson, Ruqayah Agboola, NAPPS added that the tax review would further put pressure on private schools in the FCT as it would increase their running costs. The association said, “Unfortunately, our members rejected the proposal in its entirety. They cited the hard economy, the huge bank loans outstanding in their books, the unpaid fees by many owing parents, the many levies payable to local government and other agencies, and more importantly payment of their teachers’ salaries, other staff as well as maintenance of our infrastructure. “Our members, therefore, plead that you use your good office to effect a 50 per cent reduction in the existing annual dues to enable your office to recover the outstanding dues. We will partner with you to achieve this.” Speaking with our correspondent on condition of anonymity, a member of the association said the association was planning to write the Minister of the FCT, Nyesom Wike, and also notify the Parents-Teachers Association of the newly imposed tax. Read the full article

[firelightfoxes]

MUDI HOT TAKE TIME

after meeting lots of mudis and learning about tons more online, getting more involved in the breed and learning about temperament, etc.... the thing that gives me the most information about their temperament is actually... CONFORMATION.

i’m not in the market for a puppy right now, but if i was, one of the FIRST THINGS (second only to health testing probably) that i would look for would be images/video of the dog(s) showing and/or a CH or higher. now, i would excuse this if i could meet the parents in person more than once and really get a feel for their temperament. but mudi temperament is in just such a shit state right now that if i was getting a puppy from a far away breeder and i couldn’t meet anyone in person beforehand, knowing that the parents did confo would be such peace of mind for me.

like a lot of mudis can’t even handle shows. their tails will be tucked the whole time, they’ll cower away from judges (not just on the table but just in general... yikes!). it’s so sad that it’s like a bare minimum situation but having proof that a mudi can tolerate the show environment is so valuable to me. moreso than any demonstration of working or sport ability.

i’m very much not a show person and i just show Lichen to prove that she’s a well-rounded dog. but the more mudis i see and hear about the more i realize that being able to do conformation is actually a huge green flag when it comes to temperament.

and then i see people in the mudi groups saying shit like this:

are you serious?? do you know how many breed standards call for stranger aloofness/suspicion? and yet all dogs still do the same things in the ring (generally)... mudis are not special! if you are encountering, or worse, BREEDING mudis that cannot even give an expression to a judge because they are so fearful that they are avoidant or cowering, THAT’S A PROBLEM!!! that doesn’t tell us that we need to change how they’re judged, it tells us that we need to STOP using the standard as an excuse to keep overly fearful and maladjusted dogs in a program.

no, a mudi will most likely never act like a golden retriever and be happybappy to let a stranger put hands all over it, but it NEEDS to be stable enough to tolerate it without panicking or shutting down. if your dog can’t tolerate a judge calmly examining it then it should absolutely not be bred.

people like that are WHY we have these unstable dogs in the first place. 

/end rant

#mudi #mudi info #long post

[jonathankatwhatever]

I went to bed last night with the answer to the question left open, knowing I would not remember it in the morning. And this time knowing I would be consumed with thoughts of you as soon as I woke.

People truly do not understand the limits of their perspectives. Nor how they allow others to infiltrate their perspectives, to appear to align with them, in order to get them to do something for them. That’s the key test, isn’t it? And people literally get it backwards: they mistrust the Jews because the Jews do visible things for them, but yet their problems remain, while they trust those who complain about what the Jews do to them, including those who imagine what Jews do, and those looking for answers to who causes problems in their lives, and they align with those who want you to do things for them, who want you to renounce and attack the Jews not because they do you harm but because they do harm to this new friend of yours who has wormed their way into your perspective, using and bringing out all your grievances so you do acts on their behalf. It’s the classic seduction by the devil.

And yet what do I do but infer something is happening behind the scenes? In the case of you, I infer within the ++ quadrant, reviving that notation for the nonce, meaning I think of you and attribute to you a set of finite characteristics, meaning this is what you are and there is no more except variations on the same themes, and an infinite generating set which develops you into a MuDi, a multi-dimensional identity. That reminds me: the question was about counting Triangular and gs, meaning 3 and 4, and the answer is that each 1-0Segment draws Triangular and draws gs because these are roles overlaid on the underlying I//I of D3-4//4-3 and D4-3//3-4, what I now remember we call gsSpace. It’s annoying having to keep so much in short term memory, having to swap information in and out, essentially a virtual memory system, but that’s why Pathways are so important; they predict from End to End and thus over the intermediate Ends as if viewed from a distance at scale, which is exactly what happens.

So let’s take an fD. We just start drawing segments from any End to any other connected End. We then pick a direction out of the available Ends. This scales, as in the count of Ends can be very limited or unlimited (or to a limit of precision and perception), so we draw shapes and a fundamental one is an fD because it generates so easily: it’s the identity of 1 over 2 to 1, like you send a particle out through 2 slits and if you don’t check which one it goes through then you get a pattern result which happens to equal the area of that 2 as a side. So imagine a gs as 1 and the orthogonal 2, and then 1 comes out the other side, meaning it looks like a layer with the orthogonal 2Squares crossing as vertical planes or supports on the diagonals. You can see the two 2’s and thus the 4, meaning the orthogonal 2Squares map the IC relationships long discussed, meaning the 2 in the count is D2 so the identity can be a reflection or an inference of D3 to and from D3. This has been a very difficult idea to get out, that this process also segments, and thus we generate an image of 2T as Boundaries with tangent End, which can be pulled apart to represent different experiences and existences, but which reflects over a D3 in the D4 of that reflection, of that inference, of that I//I which makes the Actuality - lovely how the notation from so long ago fits exactly, like it was planned in higher dimensions - meaning again we can see the formation of the Bip as we add in the Irreducibles.

Note the issue of Irreducibles as being limited to I//I was covered a long time ago but forgot until now: I//I can include I//I can include I//I. And that can chain in more than one way, as say 0-1-0 can appear as 1 or can be that SBE, and if we invoke SBE, then we see a 1-0-1 appear at the included layer, even if it looks from the original perspective like nothing has occurred. This is basic to the idea of a lattice, that it can line up in specific perspectives. So when a D24 lattice has nearly 200k symmetries, that’s a lot of perspectives. No wonder they organize into groups, pathways, etc.

Oh, I think this is the connection to the really huge numbers, like Ackerman counts and the like with the up arrows to indicate multiple layers of exponentiation. I lost it there. What? The idea is that each End attaches to another structure, so we can view each as doubling because that literally appears on either side of any Extent of 1-0Segments. We can see how Attachment works along an Extent because everything constructed within gsSpace, which we’ve now more carefully defined, occurs within the Informational Limit.

So any trip to the side of an Extent is going to induce some whopping growth. If we have reasonably free choices along the Extent, meaning each End along the way can vary but perhaps still be read as constant as long as they vary above 0 or perhaps even to 0 but not negative and so on, then we get up to the limit of that space. I suppose that’s the permutation space

Interesting how that throws a light on compsci as an End-End process in which you worry about the time it takes for the - function to run End to End. That’s cool.

So we just covered 2-slit as the expression of identity over a 1-0Segment, in which the model is 1gs to the diagonal and orthogonal 2Squares, and then to 1gs, which you now see counted as 4 because that’s the literal history of what happened because that is the view chosen. So yes, it’s End to area to End. Remember, the photon is a constructed End. That’s embedded in the IL by virtue of the delta between enlarged SBE and the IL. That is, the object described as a photon can almost cover enlarged SBE except that it carries certain information encoded in its wavelength and frequency, meaning the I//I of those and the photon as representing the counts along the yK and xK. We see this in multiple forms. One is f&b, that SBE3 is front to SBE3 back, and we don’t see the connecting Attachments between the layers. We don’t because this is invariant, meaning it’s always orthogonal to you. Or as Bowie said, I turned myself to face me but I never caught a glimpse of how the others must see the faker, I’m much too fast to take that test.

Another is the cube of SBE2. A cube of course is a 1-0-1 and SBE form. Let’s imagine a cube which isn’t a strict same side cube, which idealizes as a cube but which translates into some other shape with 3 dimensions, like a rectangular box. It’s topology: we can make these equivalent by distortion of side length, so they map.

I’m having very strong physical desires for you.

[celluloidandthecity]

An Early History of Detective Fiction (Part 2)

Wilkie Collins ‘The Moonstone’

Before looking closer at the novel, it’s important to note that I am looking at the historical societal conditions into which The Moonstone was published, and also how Wilkie Collins engaged with contemporary themes in the work itself, and how that informs and enhances the experience of his work in the 21st century.

While Edgar Allan Poe was birthing an embryonic detective fiction genre on the other side of the Atlantic – albeit with a distinct European flavour – the cultural climate in Great Britain was also undergoing important societal changes.

Wilkie Collins published an essay in 1858 called The Unknown Public in which he stated

‘The future of English fiction may rest with this Unknown Public which is now waiting to be taught the difference between a good book and a bad’.[i]

In the early parts of the 19th century, the price of books was prohibitive, and there had previously been no demand from the ‘servant class’. But life was changing; several important changes during the century had necessitated a shift in thinking. The first was the Industrial Revolution, and the removal of previous barriers to education for the working classes. And the second was the way in which the working, and the upwardly mobile, middle class were able to readily access reading material on a scale that had previously been unimaginable. These societal shifts laid down perfect conditions for the arrival of The Moonstone in 1868.

The production of low-end ‘penny dreadfuls’ – garish tales of the courts recounted in gory detail, had proliferated during the first half of the century. With more people able to read, and defying the commands of loftier elders in society, who believed that reading should be confined to religious texts and moral lessons, the ‘penny dreadfuls’ fed a growing appetite for sensation, until eventually a new genre was spawned – the ‘sensation’ novel. In his study Crime Fiction 1800 – 2000 (2004) Stephen Knight states

‘What the sensation novel did was bring both Gothic sensibility and that popular energy into the domain of conventional respectable fiction – and so achieve a greater effect by suggesting that strange and terrible events could occur right within the respectable home.’[ii]

Knight further states that although other writers such as Catherine Crowe, Caroline Clive and early Charles Dickens had used crime as a mechanism for sensation, they had not been the runaway successes that Collins had with The Woman in White in 1860. Collins set a template for his sensation novels with this book, and it was truly a sensation. Elements of form and structure that sprang forth from the popularity of the ‘sensation’ genre included  

The ‘private’ becoming ‘public’ – divorce, bigamy and birth out of wedlock were themes that were no longer to be hidden from public view

Changes to the representation and centrality of women in the plots – at either the ‘virgin’ or ‘whore’ end of the paradigm (could easily apply to difference in class between Rachel Verinder (virgin) and Rosanna Spearman (whore) in The Moonstone. Women were also very likely to be authors of sensation novels.

High melodrama – exaggerated feeling and heightened emotions (the strange behaviour of Rosanna Spearman and her eventual suicide in The Moonstone

I briefly touched on the availability of affordable books had sparked a change in British society in the 19th century, and will expand this here to take into the account the timing of the release of many sensation novels mid-century. Although lending libraries had been around since 1725, it was with the founding of the Mudie’s Lending Library system in 1840 that the public began to engage with reading on a large scale. Books were issued one volume one at a time, which was an incentive to get through books quicker, and membership to Mudie’s soon reached 50,000 annual members[iii]

This meant that Collins and other sensation authors such as Mary Elizabeth Braddon (author of Lady Audley’s Secret) were reaching audiences never before reached. Which meant that anticipation for new novels was high and detective novels were moving into the mainstream.

It was into the atmosphere that The Moonstone was released in 1868, and it was obvious that Collins had stepped further towards establishing literary conventions in the form and structure of the novel as Poe had with his Dupin stories.

There is a jewel theft at the heart of the novel, and again we are faced with an incompetent police presence. The local police are baffled by the crime and a specialist is called in. But there are significant differences between The Moonstone and sensation/embryonic crime novels that had been published so far (including Dupin, and of course Sherlock Holmes)

There is a police specialist who, far from being an ‘all seeing’ being who makes all the right calls, overlooks the actual solution, even though he has made some shrewd observations in the course of the tale (the paint on Rachel Verinder’s bedroom door, the inner passions of Rosanna Spearman)

There is not one single narrator, instead the novel is multi-layered, not only between narrators, but also between styles – diaries and reports. As disorientating as this can be for a first-time reader, it arguably keeps the narrative fresh and engaging, considering it was written so long ago, and has, in my own opinion aged a lot better than some of its contemporaries.

Collins was also unafraid to explore social issues in his works – especially those which portrayed the position of Britain, and British society in a less than favourable light compared to the triumphal narrative of the mainstream. Looming large in The Moonstone is a conversation about the British Empire and the negative impact of Empire, represented by the presence of the three Brahmin throughout the tale. Collins frames the narrative around the theft of the sacred stone and the righteousness, determination and dignity of the Brahmin are seen to triumph at the end of the book, with the return of the stone to its rightful place – hardly a glowing recommendation of Britain’s imperial standing.

Lyn Pykett, in The Sensation Novel: From The Woman in White to The Moonstone, also points out that the role of the women in The Moonstone rises above the status of roles typically allocated to women in fiction of the era. Pykett says

‘Cuff is defeated by the silence of women (Rachel and Rosanna), by feminine reticence (Lady Verinder) and the failure of individual women to conform to dominant stereotypes’[iv]

Although the climax of the novel returns Rachel Verinder and Franklin Blake to their conservative roles of man and wife, the self-willed Rachel provided a template for the role of women as the driving force in detective fiction.

[i] Symons p.50

[ii] Stephen Knight, Crime Fiction 1800 -2000, Palgrave, p.39

[iii] Shafquat Towheed, Reading Wilkie Collins ‘The Moonstone: Readership, Form & Context, 2022, p. 11

[iv] Lyn Pykett, The Sensation Novel, Northcote House, 1994, p.35

#literature #english literature #wilkie collins #critical thinking #essay

[owkse]

Obi Wan Kenobi ~ Decisions

Chapter 22

Chapter 21

You stood in the council meeting, honoured to have been invited and also relieved some what that the council now trusted you completely, especially when Master Yoda displayed what you had discovered about the true nature of the clones and the chancellor. You had devised an elaborate plan, planning to release the evidence off the chancellors computer, in what appeared to be a data breach, but this would only happen upon the death of General Grievous. The clones meanwhile had at this point had the chip in their brains shifted, order sixty six complete eradicated from their makeup.

‘Well done for finding this Y/N, exceptional work, we will be honoured to award you the status of Master after the War has ended’ said Master Plo Koon.

‘I… thank you Master’ you said bowing.

‘We would be delighted that you stayed for the rest of the meeting, while you may not be a Master yet, your place is with us’ said Windu his words touching you deeply.

‘Thank you’ you whispered.

‘Stand next to me you can’ smiled Yoda proudly.

Moving into place you returned Obi Wan’s smile as you moved to stand next to Yoda’s seat, before standing with your arms hanging before you, your fingers linked.

‘Knight Skywalker’ said the announcement droid.

You watched the young man swagger into the room, faltering when he spotted you standing in the room.

‘A message have you from the chancellor?’ Queried Yoda once Anakin had bowed.

‘The Chancellor has requested that because the council has failed the empty space once held by Shak Ti, that I be appointed to the council’ said Anakin.

This made you tilt your head, examining Anakin, in truth the war had changed many of the Jedi, but what Anakin was saying was so left field it had you wondering exactly what he had been saying to the young man.

‘This is a disturbing move by the chancellor’ said Ki Mudi, voicing all of your concerns.

‘Indeed, disturbing move it is’ nodded Yoda in agreement.

‘I understand’ said Anakin, you could sense some nerves, but what surprised you was the instant flare of irritation coming from him. It wasn’t the irritation per say that surprised you, but rather the lack of attempt to mask it.

‘We will give you a temporary seat to the council for now, but we do not give you the rank of Master’ said Windu.

‘What?’ Said Anakin, a flare of anger rippling out, making you sick in air between your teeth.

‘How can you be on the council and not be Master? It’s outrageous’ said Anakin with anger pouring from him.

‘You are on the council, take a seat young Skywalker’ said Windu, you could feel Obi Wan reaching out to his former Padawan.

‘Forgive me Master’ said Anakin bowing his head only slightly, moving and taking a seat.

‘Back to Grievous, intel tells us he’s hiding somewhere in the outter rim’ commented Plo Koon.

‘How accurate is this information Y/N?’ Asked Windu.

‘Ninety percent Master, the issue with it is he’s moving faster when he feels cornered, I would suggest tracking him for a while longer’ you commented ignoring Anakin’s sharp gaze.

‘I agree, he’ll need to refuel eventually’ nodded Obi Wan, murmurs of agreement following.

Your com link went off, with a sheepish look, you quickly read the information sent through to you. The news making you wince when you did.

‘Trouble Y/N?’ Asked Secura.

‘It appears the situation with the Wookiee’s has reached critical, they are unlikely to last much longer without aid’ you said.

‘We haven’t got many ships to spare’ noted Obi Wan.

‘But we can’t afford to lose that system’ you said without waiting for invitation.

‘Sorry Masters’ you said bashfully.

‘You are correct Y/N, we cannot afford to lose that system’ said Kit Fitsu, with a reassuring nod.

‘Hmm, help we must give, go I will’ said Yoda thoughtfully, making you glance at him.

‘That’s settled, we shall revisit Grievous when we have more concrete evidence’ said Windu.

And just like that your first official meeting, if you were to call it that was over. Unsure of if the council needed you further, you slowly began to retreat from the room, only to be called back.

‘Young one, walk with us would you?’ Asked Obi Wan, approaching you where you hovered by the door.

‘Of course Master’ you said smiling, however the rippling force from Anakin was making you uneasy.

‘How can they put me on the council and not make me a Master? It’s insulting’ snapped Anakin as the three of you walked the halls. 

‘Do calm down Anakin you’ve been given a great honour, to be on the council at your age is unheard of, even if it is only temporary’ said Obi Wan. 

‘Temporary, what does that even mean?’ asked Anakin with a scowl. 

‘It means, it wasn’t your spot to have, come here’ said Obi Wan dragging him behind an alcove. 

‘Y/N’ said Obi Wan in the force, when you didn’t follow. 

You wondered over, standing slightly back, completely unsure of this conversation. 

‘Y/N will be granted the rank of Master and it was her spot you are currently in, after the war is over, she will be in her rightful spot Anakin’ spoke Obi Wan firmly. 

‘How? She’s not been in any action for well over a year now, how can the council justify this’ snapped Anakin giving you a narrowed gaze. 

‘Because Anakin there are things happening that you not yet know, Y/N has been instrumental in that, it’s her position Anakin, don’t argue’ said Obi Wan fiercely. 

‘So why was I elected on then?’ snapped Anakin. 

‘Your friendship with the chancellor has paid off Anakin, the council wants you just to keep an eye on him... no doubt he has asked you to do the same with the council?’ you said softly, still receiving a glare. 

‘That’s treason’ said Anakin. 

‘Search your feelings Anakin something is out of place, the chancellor has held onto his position long after his term has expired’ said Obi Wan. 

‘The senate voted him in’ said Anakin. 

‘All we ask is for you to listen to what he is telling you’ said Obi Wan. 

‘If that is what the council wish’ muttered Anakin. 

‘Good, go meditate, you need to calm down’ said Obi Wan. 

‘Sorry about him’ sighed Obi Wan when Anakin had left. 

‘Don’t be, he’s always been that way with me’ you shrugged. 

‘Well he shouldn’t be, you have done the order a tremendous service’ said Obi Wan taking hold of your hand, out of view from the rest of the order bustling about their business. 

‘It’s not over yet’ you said softly. 

‘Just for a minute it can be’ said Obi Wan looking into your eyes. 

‘I sense something has their claws in Anakin, Obi Wan’ you said. 

‘The chancellor’ whispered Obi Wan, worry in his voice. 

‘He’ll find the strength’ you said squeezing his hand. 

‘I hope so’ 

Chapter 23

#obi wan x reader #obi wan kenobi #obi wan kenobi x reader #obi wan #master yoda #yoda #mace windu #kia mudi #kit fitso #jedi #jedi temple #jedi council

[pawsitivevibe]

I love being told what breed my dog is by random strangers. 

Like no it’s not up for debate. I literally know what the mix is. Your opinion is 100% wrong. 

Why do some people just refuse to accept your answer even when you say you know for sure. There’s no question. No guessing required. I KNOW.

#Yeah you can say there's definitely Border Collie in there all you want #But that doesn't make it true #Considering her mix is not a question . . . I KNOW exactly what she is #This happens with my friend's Border Collie and my boyfriend's English Cocker Spaniel too though #Everyone seems to think they know what a breed looks like and if a dog doesn't match that exact description they like to argue #And it's like . . . yeah these people got their dogs from good breeders with long pedigrees and show dog parents #But sure their dogs can't be purebreds because they don't look like the only dog of that breed that you've seen before #Okay #I can't wait for all the rude people informing me what my dog is mixed with when I get my next puppy #I imagine lots of people will try to convince me he's a Poodle mix even when I explain what a Mudi is

[bcnniexbennett]

The Basics

Name: Bonnie Shelia Bennett ( Professor/Dr. Bennett to those who prefer formalities )

Age:  Thirty-Seven

Relationship Status: (Freshly) Single

Occupation: Professor of Occult Studies

Species: Witch

Language(s) Spoken: Italian, French, Latin, Spanish, German, Swahili, Hindi, Chinese, Portuguese , Greek , Coptic, Russian

Hair Colour: Brunette 

Eye Colour: Green

Notable Scars/Features: Bonnie has a light trail of freckles that begin beneath her right eye , trailing over her nose and ends beneath her left. She has three small tattoos located on the back of her neck, her ankle and wrist. When it comes to scars, Bonnie has four major located on her abdomen, hip and forearm along with various smaller barely noticeable scars across her body. 

Family

Mother: Abagail Wilson-Bennett ( alive )

Father: Michael Warren ( deceased ) 

Stepfather: Rudy Hopkins ( deceased ) 

Maternal Grandmother: Shelia Bennett ( deceased )

Cousin: Lucy Bennett ( alive ) 

Pet(s)/Familiar(s): Artemis ( alive ), Rajah ( alive ) 

Biography

After finding that nothing was left for her in the town she once called home, with the money she inherited from her grams, Bonnie set out and traveled the world. Some of it at least. During her travels she met and made many friends , as well as some enemies, all of whom helped her learn even more not only about her magic but herself as well. 

When she decided it was time for her to settle down, Bonnie made her new home in New Orleans. It wasn’t until her doing so did she find out that her family had significant ties to the city. Finding some comfort with this knowledge, it didn’t take her long to settle in. 

Despite residing in the same city as the Mikaelson family, Bonnie lived her life  keeping herself separated and avoiding the siblings as much as possible.  Over the years Bonnie returned to school, eventually earning her doctorate degree, allowing her to follow in her grams footsteps, becoming a Professor of Occult Studies. 

Though happy to have her childhood friends closer, knowing just how dangerous the city can be for those who hardly know it, deep down she continues to possess the moral obligation of making sure that no harm comes their way. However, now older, she knows how important it is to pick her battles wisely. 

Personality

Guarded

Fun-Loving

Skeptical

Compassionate

Independent

Witty

Sympathetic

Powerful

Wise

Creative

Stubborn 

Other Information

When she isn’t teaching at the school, Bonnie tutors and generally supports young witches who are either troubled or lack any kind of a support system. She’s known as the “ den mother” of the city's witch community.  

She has had a few run ins with the Mikaelson siblings but never enough to allow herself to get sucked into whatever they had going on. 

She lives in her great grams home that stands just two blocks away from the school. It was gifted to her by the older witch before her passing. Due to her garden of exotic flowers, during the spring and summer when they’re in bloom it’s considered one of the most beautiful homes. It is heavily protected against vampires and other beings.

Bonnie has two companions ( or her “sidekicks” ). A black mudi she adopted named Artemis and a Maine Coon she found as a kitten named Rajah. 

Bonnie has a “ Magical Room” . It’s basically her sitting room where she often works on new spells and meditates. 

#nolahq.intro #anything i missed i'll just add into a hc #nolalhq.intro