A study that was led by Corsin Muller of the University of Vienna, tested 50 dogs of different breeds on there ability to detect the different size in balls. The tense ball being the “normal” size ball a dog would be use to. Female dogs stared at the larger balls that were rolled behind a transparent wall longer than the male dogs did. They cannot say if there are differences between male and female dog brains because they have to do more study and research.
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Friday, April 29, 2011
I’ve been debating for long time weather I want a sleeve tattoo or not. Some people have said that I could pull off one and others say I would regret it and I would look ugly and what not. But I try and not listen to other people who put personal choice before a logical question.
My concern is what type of theme I would want for my sleeve. I was thinking about an aquarium scean with an Oscar, 2 different species of rainbow fish, bloody parrot fish, and a golden wonder killie fish. I want it wrapping up my arm with water and waves crashing around them. But then I had another idea of a tribal theme that took up my whole upper arm and making a half sleeve.
I found finding the perfect, one of a kind tattoo is a long and hard posse but is rewarding in the end, knowing you have this tattoo for a reason and it’s not something you just randomly got because you liked it. Those are the people who regret getting tattoos are those who don’t wait or put any though into that tattoo.
My first tattoo was done on a wim but it came out really nice and I enjoy it still to this day. It’s a red rose with green petals and a tribal theme around it. I had it placed on the top of my foot and it flows beautifully.
A funny thing that happened was when Keri, Sara, and Krista when to subway after class and I had just ordered our food and I went to had Sarah her drink cup and some guy walked by and grabbed her cup and in shock I said “HEY! That’s not your f****** cup and your name isn’t Sarah, now is it.” I get very grouchy when I’m hungry and people don’t listen.
But after that is when the real funny comes in. We were driving through the subway parking lot and there was a giant wooden deer sitting in the bushes and I thought it was a real deer for a second. So I slammed on the brakes and yelled “sh** there’s a deer!” I had my windows rolled down and everyone just started busting out laughing and I was really embarrassed.
But not as embarrassing as the time my friend pissed her pants in bill grays. Her and her sister when there for lunch and what not and after they ate they went to leave. On the way out her sister walks into the glass window thinking it was the door. She slammed so hard into it she bounced back and the look on her face was priceless
After all that had happened she fell on the floor and started laughing really, really hard and before you know it there was a puddle beneath her. They loaded her in the car and sped out of there still laughing. To this day I don’t know how they drove home under the influence of heavy laughter.