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When Do Dogs Lose Their Baby Teeth

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  • Baby Teeth is the first full-length album by the Screaming Females. The band recorded it themselves and also self released it on CD in 2006 and vinyl in early 2007.

  • Baby Teeth is a Chicago-based indie pop/rock band, currently signed to Lujo Records. They were a trio from their formation in 2002 until they added a guitarist in early 2007.

  • Deciduous teeth, otherwise known as milk teeth, baby teeth, temporary teeth and primary teeth, are the first set of teeth in the growth development of humans and many other mammals.

  • (dog) chase: go after with the intent to catch; "The policeman chased the mugger down the alley"; "the dog chased the rabbit"

  • (dog) frump: a dull unattractive unpleasant girl or woman; "she got a reputation as a frump"; "she's a real dog"

  • The male of an animal of the dog family, or of some other mammals such as the otter

  • A wild animal of the dog family

  • (dog) a member of the genus Canis (probably descended from the common wolf) that has been domesticated by man since prehistoric times; occurs in many breeds; "the dog barked all night"

  • A domesticated carnivorous mammal that typically has a long snout, an acute sense of smell, and a barking, howling, or whining voice. It is widely kept as a pet or for work or field sports

  • fail to win; "We lost the battle but we won the war"

  • Be deprived of or cease to have or retain (something)

  • Cause (someone) to fail to gain or retain (something)

  • fail to keep or to maintain; cease to have, either physically or in an abstract sense; "She lost her purse when she left it unattended on her seat"

  • Be deprived of (a close relative or friend) through their death or as a result of the breaking off of a relationship

  • suffer the loss of a person through death or removal; "She lost her husband in the war"; "The couple that wanted to adopt the child lost her when the biological parents claimed her"

1/12 (bailey) - ready now

1/12 (bailey) - ready now

forgetful again
the part where I lose my head
the scene where I'm supposed to speak but instead
I sit and listen again
I'm stuck with these cards I guess

I came across these lyrics just now while trying to title this picture and I thought, oh my God - that's SO Bailey. As one of the two girls I've taken on for 12 month projects, I wanted to use the first picture of the year to give everyone a crash course on this wonderful dog.

Bailey is a border collie. Everything I've heard or read about border collies, she displays to perfection. If I had to sum her up in one sentence, it would be: "smart as a whip, and quick as one, too."

She was born on April 29, in 1998, and her 13th birthday is fast approaching, but if you met her in person, you wouldn't know it at all...

I met Bailey some 5 years ago when a mother of 3 young boys answered my ad to babysit on the side while waiting for my college classes to start. I still work for them to this day (they've added another little boy and another dog), but it's gone far beyond an employer/employee relationship; we're practically family, and, in a way, Bailey is practically mine as well.

Bailey is, above all else, a people-dog. She loves people. I think that if she could, she would be a person. However, since she cannot, she's chosen to live for people instead. That's her most notable BC quality - her eagerness to please.

Close behind that characteristic is her drive and adaptability. She's from farm dog lines, her breeder having been involved heavily in herding and agility, yet she went to a strictly pet home. While it's not something I'd suggest to anyone but the most experience dog owners (I don't see future BCs in this family's future), she adjusted.

Bailey was there before any of the kids, and she's now helping raise her 4th baby. She's actually amazing with children, never nipping, never jumping, never scaring them with call-to-action barks or intent stares. She happily retrieves any toys thrown (which in hindsight has been great considering how much toddlers love to toss things) and is first out the door with any boy who ventures into the yard. Her energy is endless, although her body has recently started limiting her abilities.

A border collie person once told me they feel like their dog is seconds away from speaking, and that's something I totally get after knowing Bailey. She understands human language, I have no doubt about it. A few weeks ago, I was home alone with their youngest (turning 9 months in 2 days.) I had to go pick up one of the other kids from school and needed to dress the baby to brace the winter weather. One of his little boots was missing, and after about 15 minutes of searching I turned to my silent observer (Bailey always sticks close to you, again reinforcing her breed) and offhandedly asked her where the shoe was. Bailey turned around and wandered off down the hallway, leaving me yelling out "thanks for the help!" Just as I was getting ready to wing it and run out boot or not, Bailey came strolling back with it in her mouth. She dropped it at my feet and awaited her next order.

Now, while I have a sneaky suspicion she herself hid the boot in the first place, I was still impressed. As most pet people, I talk to animals a lot. I have no great expectations about their understanding me - it just feels nice having someone feigning interest in what you're saying. When I talk to Hike, he waits for key words he recognizes (walk, dog park, Zoey...) and reacts accordingly. When I talk to Bailey, she listens.

Finally, border collie people say that owning these dogs ruins all other breeds for you. No one's gonna live up to a border collie except maybe another border collie. I will never have one myself - I love too many other breeds and mutts and want to give everyone a fair chance at winning my heart. I love dogs that come short of being perfect, because most of us people do, too. I'll admire the BC and their people from the sidelines, but I am inclined to agree - this is a special breed.

I was a little hesitant starting this project because of her age, but it's hard to imagine Bailey not being around for many more years. Technically, I've only known her as a senior (when we first met, I still had my own senior dog who passed two years later) yet I don't think of her as one. She's very distinguished of course; the graying cheeks and eyebrows, the worn down teeth, the cloudy eyes when the light hits them just so... She's plain gorgeous, exquisitely marked in black and white - the exact picture of how I feel a border collie should look (I love the floppy ones but I can't help but prefer the sharper look that perky ears give the breed - Bailey's have always been quirky in that the right one stays angled to the side.)

I hope I can do a good documentation of her life through the next 11 months - a little something for her family to remember her by one day, because she won't be ar

just us

just us

Far from crazy pavements
The taste of silver spoons
A clinical arrangement
On a dirty afternoon
Where the fecal germs of Mr Freud
Are rendered obsolete
The legal term is null and void
In the case of Beasley Street

In the cheap seats where murder breeds
Somebody is out of breath
Sleep is a luxury they don't need
- a sneak preview of death
Belladonna is your flower
Manslaughter your meat
Spend a year in a couple of hours
On the edge of Beasley Street

Where the action isn't
That's where it is
State your position
Vacancies exist
In an X-certificate exercise
Ex-servicemen excrete
Keith Joseph smiles and a baby dies
In a box on Beasley Street

From the boarding houses and the bedsits
Full of accidents and fleas
Somebody gets it
Where the missing persons freeze
Wearing dead men's overcoats
You can't see their feet
A riff joint shuts - opens up
Right down on Beasley Street

Cars collide, colours clash
Disaster movie stuff
For a man with a Fu Manchu moustache
Revenge is not enough
There's a dead canary on a swivel seat
There's a rainbow in the road
Meanwhile on Beasley Street
Silence is the code

Hot beneath the collar
An inspector calls
Where the perishing stink of squalor
Impregnates the walls
The rats have all got rickets
They spit through broken teeth
The name of the game is not cricket
Caught out on Beasley Street

The hipster and his hired hat
Drive a borrowed car
Yellow socks and a pink cravat
Nothing La-di-dah
OAP, mother to be
Watch the three-piece suite
When shit-stoppered drains
And crocodile skis
Are seen on Beasley Street

The kingdom of the blind
A one-eyed man is king
Beauty problems are redefined
The doorbells do not ring
A lightbulb bursts like a blister
The only form of heat
Here a fellow sells his sister
Down the river on Beasley Street

The boys are on the wagon
The girls are on the shelf
Their common problem is
That they're not someone else
The dirt blows out
The dust blows in
You can't keep it neat
It's a fully furnished dustbin,
Sixteen Beasley Street

Vince the ageing savage
Betrays no kind of life
But the smell of yesterday's cabbage
And the ghost of last year's wife
Through a constant haze
Of deodorant sprays
He says retreat
Alsations dog the dirty days
Down the middle of Beasley Street

People turn to poison
Quick as lager turns to piss
Sweethearts are physically sick
Every time they kiss.
It's a sociologist's paradise
Each day repeats
On easy, cheesy, greasy, queasy
Beastly Beasley Street

Eyes dead as vicious fish
Look around for laughs
If I could have just one wish
I would be a photograph
On a permanent Monday morning
Get lost or fall asleep
When the yellow cats are yawning
Around the back of Beasley Street

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  • 2017⁄06⁄04(日)
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