Brad spreads the word

Brad brought the other 12 sheep today to the safe haven of the Fondation Brigitte Bardot. They will live there forever and teach the dogs the philosophy of Brad. Books are for eating! Mäh! You can help to spread Brad’s word by donating for the Fondation. Donating money of course, though Brad says you can donate dry sheepfood, hay and carrots too. He’s not picky.

La Mare Auzou Fondation Brigitte Bardot (French website)

Brad, the sheep guru, teaching me how to feed sheep properly.

Brad, the sheep guru, teaching me how to feed sheep properly.

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All things end and so does our stay in Normandy

I’d like to say thank you to everybody that has been following my blog, reading and commenting my posts. I’m closing this blog more or less, since there is no point in writing about Normandy, when I’m not in Normandy. I will by all means continue to use my Flickr-account. It’s most likely that I won’t have internet or telephone for a certain amount of days.

I’m still waiting for the man from the Fondation Brigitte Bardot. They said they would take the sheep.

Backlit sheep

Phex died in October 2014. He was over 14 years old. He was very handsome and looked like Lassie. He got dementia in the end and couldn’t sleep anymore because of hallucinations. We tried Cortisone, but he got stomach bleeding from the Cortisone so we thought it might be time to say goodbye. He was on the sofa, surrounded by his family and the vet has put him to sleep. Couldn’t tell it in public, because I knew we wouldn’t stay forever, and my employers insisted on my having two big guard dogs the whole time. While they didn’t want to pay for any vet costs, or treatment against parasites. And because I couldn’t write in public about my situation anymore, I stopped to write here entirely.

Phex
Phex in August 2014

But in March I got a female Bernese by name of Disa. We bought her from an animal shelter and she’s „fofolle“. That translates to „insane“ and it means she’s scared of everything, especially of cars and people and once she decides, that a human is not a threat, she jumps on them and puts her arms around their neck. I’m always dirty and the car has scratches everywhere. But we love her nevertheless. And there’s always hope that one day she’ll behave. She’s already a bit better… somehow… Disa comes with us to Germany.

Disa runs
Disa

Bach died in April 2015. He had a very agressive cancer. He had two small surgeries and a treatment with Cortisone. It didn’t help. So we thought it’s time to say goodbye. He was the nicest dog I ever met and he was beautiful. I will remember him and all the other dog I had here until I myself get dementia or die. I’ve had his corpse incinerated and the ashes are already on their way to Germany.

Bach runs not to me
Bach in January 2015

Rudi died at the end of September 2015, right after I got my dismissal more or less without notice. His state was getting worse and worse and he couldn’t bear any pain anymore. He couldn’t shit since 2012 and I had to empty him with my fingers every second day. I didn’t want to let him go, he had been my best friend nearly his whole life. I got him when he was approximately 2 months old. Somebody had thrown the emaciated puppy out of a car window. He didn’t want to leave me either. It had to be done. I’ve had his corpse incinerated and the ashes are already on their way to Germany.

Rudi
Rudi in July 2015

The three cats Schlafmütz, Miniputz and Farbexplosion are alright and go with us to Germany.

Supper
Schlafmütz

Explöchen
Farbexplosion

Fensterputz
Miniputz at the rotten window of the cat’s bedroom outside on the rotten roof over the bathroom.

Right-clicking Images from Websites, Pinterest and Google

I do reblog this. Thing is I’ve seen other blogs using non-free images quite a lot. And this can be dangerous. Some websites even hope you steal their pictures. I’ve read a case in which the photo of a plate of food of some kind did cost the blogger 180€. Every picture in the internet has full copyright if nothing else is noted. It is NOT enough to steal a photo and then write down the name of the photographer. Full copyright means, that you can not use the photo at all. … Well there’s one exception called “fair use”. But that’s not in every country allowed. Just make your own and you’ll be safe, or use pictures that were posted before 1923 by an author who’s dead over 70 years. Copyright is so complicated… some of these laws have funny names like URAA, which is probably the scream of a person who tries not to violate the copyright.

Zeebra Designs & Destinations

This past weekend some friends and I were discussing how some people use images from Pinterest, Facebook and Google Images.  I shared a copyright infringement story with them, and told how shocked I have been recently to find so many of my images ‘shared’ on Pinterest.  But I should be honored, right? Flattered that an award-winning photograph had been ‘pinned’ without my permission and uploaded, and basically been given to the world wide web to be used however they’d like!  I think that that person who pinned the above image agreed before adding the image that they owned or had permission to share it.

This past week WordPress put their spotlight on reblogging and also on Using Other People’s Images.   Both posts received a lot of interesting feedback, including a link to  DON’T STEAL MY STUFF, DUDE  – Laura at ‘Lolabees’ states her clear case and…

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The spirit of All Hallows’ Evening. There used to be less noise and less light in the world. Why would the souls of the dead (and the like) have a metal soundtrack?

L'Historien Errant

So, I was thinking of doing a quick Halloween-related post, you know, maybe just post a picture that was sufficiently spooky and Gothic for the occasion… Well, as it turns out, the most Halloween-y picture I could think of is this:

It was painted in 1828 by Ernst Ferdinand Oehme (1797-1855) and, in my opinion, has everything a good Halloween picture needs. Admittedly, it’s far from the axe-wielding zombie-apocalypse kind of horror, but on the contrary quite subtle and suggestive – and therefore all the more intense. Oehme’s painting leaves us wondering what is actually going on: Are these just ‘normal’ monks doing a procession in bad weather? Is it a funeral procession? Or, perhaps, is this an otherworldly appearance as the dense fog somehow seems to suggest? Can the small bridge they seem to just have crossed be read as the border between this world and the netherworld? After…

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