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TRP: Free of political butthurt since 1999.

Don't. Let's get ice cream and adopt a dog on the way home!

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I'm at a friend's house tonight, wide awake, listening to a 156 lb Newfoundland whine a bit, then bolt right up and run back and forth, then up to me to get pets, and repeat.
 

The older I get, the less embarrassed I am about anything. I don't care if I'm showing my bra or boobs, or if my skirt is too short for you, or if I'm watching Fairly Oddparents, or if you hear "Drunk And I Don't Wanna Go Home" coming out of my car speakers, or if I get a face full of boob from drag queens, or...

After all, nothing really matters, so why the F not?
 
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Context: most test results are automatically released to the patient portals I manage. Staff has an option to manually suppress individual tests, on an order-by-order basis, and must choose one of the approved reasons for suppressing the result. Pretty straightforward.

Last week we got a complaint from a patient that said a specific test result wasn't on their portal. We looked into it and the patient's doctor had manually suppressed it. The patient then contacted the provider who said "well I see it here, so this is an IT problem". We then reached out to that doctor to explain what happened and he insisted that since he can see it, and the patient can't, it's our problem to solve. I then had to explain the manual release process (click one button... literally that's it). And he still resisted, I'm not honestly sure he believes me.

But the reason this post is here and not in other threads is that I had to use the phrase "manual release" about 25 times today and I'm just giggling like an idiot the entire time.
 
Context: most test results are automatically released to the patient portals I manage. Staff has an option to manually suppress individual tests, on an order-by-order basis, and must choose one of the approved reasons for suppressing the result. Pretty straightforward.

Last week we got a complaint from a patient that said a specific test result wasn't on their portal. We looked into it and the patient's doctor had manually suppressed it. The patient then contacted the provider who said "well I see it here, so this is an IT problem". We then reached out to that doctor to explain what happened and he insisted that since he can see it, and the patient can't, it's our problem to solve. I then had to explain the manual release process (click one button... literally that's it). And he still resisted, I'm not honestly sure he believes me.

But the reason this post is here and not in other threads is that I had to use the phrase "manual release" about 25 times today and I'm just giggling like an idiot the entire time.

So doctors can be dumb?

Who knew?!
 
Last week my family adopted a 1.5yo dog - a miniature schnauzer. The breeder had a sob story as to why the dog was returned, but I’m skeptical.

Regardless of that, my wife was trying not to clue the dog in on the food she was discussing and so she spelled out b-r-e-a-d. I asked her how far the thought the dog’s English classes had advanced.

That is one of the habits that form when you have a preschool child. :-D
 
Last week my family adopted a 1.5yo dog - a miniature schnauzer. The breeder had a sob story as to why the dog was returned, but I’m skeptical.

Regardless of that, my wife was trying not to clue the dog in on the food she was discussing and so she spelled out b-r-e-a-d. I asked her how far the thought the dog’s English classes had advanced.

That is one of the habits that form when you have a preschool child. :-D

I grew up with a mini schnauzer. Just the most stubborn, intelligent, headstrong dog I ever met. Loving and eager to please but sometimes she was a real butt. She was a very good girl.

Make sure you socialize it, even if it's 1.5 yrs old.
 
Last week my family adopted a 1.5yo dog - a miniature schnauzer. The breeder had a sob story as to why the dog was returned, but I’m skeptical.

Regardless of that, my wife was trying not to clue the dog in on the food she was discussing and so she spelled out b-r-e-a-d. I asked her how far the thought the dog’s English classes had advanced.

That is one of the habits that form when you have a preschool child. :-D

My rescue we adopted clued in on when we would say the word walk and get super excited everytime it was said.

One day in casual conversation, and to not rile up the dog my wife goes "Are you going to take her for a double you eh el kay?"

Her ears perked up and she stood up and stared at me as if to day 'Well, you heard her. Let's go.'

I stared directy into my dogs eyes and said "Since when did you learn to spell words?"

She tilted her head, barked at me as if to say 'heck you,' gave an under her breath huff, circled once, and laid right back down.



I get they understand inflection and tone over the actual words themselves, but part of me believes they do pick words up and understand what we say. I've got other stories from other foster dogs we've had as well. Dogs are a lot smarter than they let on.
 
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We couldn't spell walk even in a different tone of voice. Dogs can absolutely learn to put sounds together. Doubleyouehh or even doubleyou are effectively words to them.

By the time she couldn't hear any more, she'd learned the word, the spelling, the pig Latin, and a couple other words and substitutions.
 
My daughter: "Mom, my butt hurts."
A few moments later, "Mommy, my finger smells like butt."
My wife: "...Did you stick your finger in your butt?"
Daughter: "No."
Wife: Quizzical look comes across face, "Come here, let me smell it." **Sniffs** "Weird. It does smell like butt."
Daughter: "I stuck my finger in my butt."

My daughter was not trying to make a joke. That was a sincere exchange.
 
I adopted a feral cat this past Friday and named him Greyskull.

Over the past 48 hours, he's made himself at home and told me that I'm not allowed to leave.
 
Someone liked a tweet of mine from May 2018. I can't even access tweets from that far back. It's a little creepy.
 
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