Hi! I'm a taxidermist.
To me, Nature is God. Without it, we simply would not exist. Conserving the world’s natural spaces and the creatures that live there is paramount to the survival of humans as a species, and I have therefore dedicated my life to studying environmentalism in order to help people co-exist more successfully and sustainably with the natural world.
All natural materials I use in my creations are either sourced from roadkill, Fish and Game, secondhand sources such as fellow artists and estate sales, or are antique. In this way, I'm ensuring that no animals were needlessly killed for the sake of the artwork I produce. I fully believe that no part of any creature should go to waste if a purpose can be found for it, but I do NOT support trophy hunters or overseas fur farms by buying 'byproducts' like bones, skulls, or claws directly from them. The only exception I make for this rule is for parts from animals legally culled for population control programs approved by Fish and Wildlife.
As a photographer and wildlife enthusiast, I've been involved with many fantastic organizations such as Images4Life and Wild Tiger, as well as the Sierra Club and many smaller, local groups.
I've been published, interviewed, and even featured on Rainn Wilson (Dwight from “The Office”)'s personal networking website, SoulPancake.com.
I’ve also been blessed with the opportunity to visit many of the world’s most amazing wild places, like Komodo Island, Bali, Lombok, Malaysia, and the Cayman Islands, and have even documented entirely new species previously unknown to science.
Other interests include: Wilderness survival, primitive skills, backpacking, fishing, kayaking, boffing, airsoft, snowboarding, meandering around town, and caving.
For him, administration of the ear drops is obviously a bad experience, and one he will continue to avoid unless something is done to make him think it’s not *all* negative.
The best way to remedy the situation is to make the ear drops a positive experience. This can be hard to do, but using some really good treats before, during, and after medication time is a great start. I know some dogs are not typically food motivated with normal treats (this seems to be the case with your pup), so I’d recommend shelling out something extraordinary for them during this time, just to make the occasion extra special.
For my pups, “special occasion treats” means one of two things: dehydrated lamb lung ($25.00 for a 1-pound bag at any pet store), or rabbit liver ($0.25 per pound from my local butcher, but hard to find elsewhere).
You can also get treats that come in paste form, so that your dog has something to work at and be distracted by while you administer the medication. At the vet’s, we use paste treats to distract Jude when he gets vaccinations and it’s a night and day difference. If he doesn’t have the treat distraction, it becomes a three-person job just to hold him down while the vet gives him the injection.
Hopefully this helps!
Rewind to 14-year-old Naturepunk. I traveled a lot back in those days, and was on a flight to England at the time. I was seated next to a young man in a business suit, who seemed disgruntled with me right off the bat when I, having flown on numerous international flights before, was the first of the two of us to lean my seat back, kick up my feet, and stick my elbow on the single arm rest between us. I had, up to that point, figured that determining rights to the arm rest was just an unwritten airplane code: First come, first served.
I don’t know when exactly it happened. But slowly, I became aware of the fact that this young businessman had propped his own elbow right up on the rest against mine. I thought, “okay, we can share. I’m a nice person and you seem like one too, so this is acceptable even though I was here first.”
I gave the dude another inch of space, and went back to reading my book.
Eventually, I become aware of the fact that this man, an adult professional in a fancy business suit, is now pushing subtly on my elbow with his own arm. He is trying to get me to relinquish the arm rest to him.
So, being a rebellious teenager, I refused to move, digging my elbow in to the seat back, thinking, “Yo, I’ve given you half the arm rest already, and if that’s not enough for you, I’m sorry, but you’re SOL”.
As soon as I refused to give in to this man’s subtle attempt to steal the arm rest, he started to push my elbow with a renewed force.
I was a little surprised. He wasn’t being subtle about it now, but remained reading his newspaper as if nothing were out of the ordinary. The next thing I know, the two of us are both locking our arms against one-another in a silent battle of both physical and mental wills for dominion of the sacred arm rest.
Thankfully, the businessman was not very strong. And I, for my size, most certainly was. I gave him a hard time, to the point that, after a few minutes of constant pushing, he had to stop for a break before continuing again. This happened three more times.
Finally, growing tired of this childish game myself, I turned to the man and simply said, in my most polite and feminine voice, “If you’ve had enough, we can go back to sharing the arm rest now.”
He blinked hard at me, as if to say, “I have no idea what you’re talking about! I wasn’t doing anything!” but he did immediately stop pushing and let out a soft sigh of what I assume was relief. We shared the arm rest for a moment more before he got up to use the bathroom, and when he returned, went on to pretend that the arm rest between did not exist anymore.
This guy, a grown man, not only felt entitled to the arm rest I shared with him, but refused to quit pushing his point (yay, puns!) up until the moment when I called him out on it. Thereafter, he seemed embarrassed by the fact that he’d ‘lost’ his ‘right’ to the entire arm rest, so refused to acknowledge it any further.