NSFW/High-Trigger/Mind Altering Journal

Leigh's in his 30's and deals with things like polyamory, kink, D.I.D., ASPD/sociopathy, sadism, manic-depressive cycling, energy work, latent sexuality/sexual anorexia, gardening, drugs, and the endless spectrums of life on a daily basis. He's been in and out of therapy since his young teens, and is an ethical sociopath.
He'll probably find you boring as fuck and/or tedious. He feels it's rude to not warn for that.
He also likes writing these bios in third person. It adds a level of importance to it, somehow.

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If you never choose to learn or listen to anything else about dogs and dog training, please watch this video. Even if you hate dogs, watch it. Reblog it. Show it to your friends. Learn something. Spread the word.

Emily Larlham (left, with Splash) is an amazing trainer and advocate against bullying and abuse in dog training. It’s people like her that help that small percent of people that are knowledgeable about how to properly live with, socialize, rehab, and train their dogs grow.

It’s because of videos like this that I can hope for a day where the statistics I’m accustomed to in my line of work become a just a sad memory (between 7 and 30 new dogs to a shelter a week, at least 1/4th of which will be likely to have such severe behavioral issues due to mistreatment that they are not immediately safe to be adopted and need possibly months of work stuck in an environment that is not emotionally healthy for them (no matter how nice the shelter is)).

I rarely ever ask people to reblog things. This is one of those times.

On a much lighter note, here’s another excellent video by her, as well as her youtube channel (stuffed with tons of excellent training videos) and her website:

Excellent, hilarious, amazing tricks.

Kikopup on Youtube

Dogmantics

Spending all morning doing homework (aka watching kikopup on youtube and Michael Ellis on dvd as refreshers + testing new tricks out w/ my dogs and reinforcing old things), housework, packing, spoiling the chickens (let them prune and tend my mugwort pot, then empied a giant pot of old soil/roots/bugs into their pen, and gave them yogurt) prepping for date w/ Moyraa tonight.

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Tracking seminar in June (scent, tracking theory, how to train a dog for). Going to have so much fun, and I can then impart the knowledge to the kink community on how to train their human pets.

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Saturday, May 18th we will fill out paperwork and adopt “Elvis” a two year old male English Coonhound mix. He was found wandering with a broken leg by animal control, who reset it. However, it was broken long enough that he looks like he may always have a “knot” in his leg, and currently (now out of the cast) has a very slightly impeded gait.

This is the first dog I’ll have which I picked myself (after Ian of course met him and told me we should check him out). Our AmStaff mix Midas is originally just Ian’s, Chen was found (who also has a knot in his leg from a break), and Dougal belonged to an ex. This is the first dog that I basically pokemon. “I choose you”. It’s a pretty big deal to me, especially with my ASPD (possession/ownership in relationships).

He’ll be the fourth “special needs” dog in our family of dogs, cats, snakes, pasture rabbits, and chickens (last three species do not mingle with the first two). He’s be the only of the four who has no currently known behavioral issues, which I’ll be further assessing on Saturday. Our current three are a mix al senior PTSD dogs, resource guarders, stranger issues (in Dougal’s case, severe), etc. One of them (Dougal) is on constant meds for his arthritis (when on it he acts like he’s 5 or 6, when off he acts his age - going on 14). Due to “Elvis”s temperament (laid back, amiable, “angled greetings” doof), he’ll fit well with the group.

We will all be moving into the house shown above. “Elvis”, soon to be “Beauregard” aka “Beau” or “Bowie”, will be moved in the same day we move in our current dogs. One large life change for everybody, instead of a few.

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Oh the “young and angry” age bracket.
Aka the age bracket I have often the least patience with, typically because there’s nothing wrong with being self-absorbed unless it’s blinding you from evolving. Which is the case with the “young and angry”.

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yohansacre:

© www.yohansacre.com

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Lay some flowers on their graves.

nickknowsnaught:

I made no promises of any kind to Leigh about making a tumblr but here I am. I’m not entirely convinced that becoming active on the internet is something that I can commit to.

Hello, I guess.

I win. Fucker.

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“I’m going to touch your back”

Ian has to bring this up before doing it because if he doesn’t notify me of cuddling before attempting cuddling/nuzzling/scratching/etc, I’ll immediately get annoyed. It’s a personal space response, and him giving me a head’s up allows me to prepare myself mentally for it.

The bed and the couch are “assumed” touch spots in my head. Anywhere else and I’ll probably get somewhat snarly.

As he gave me forewarning, I instead enjoyed the back scratching. A lot. And due to that, when he went to stop, I demanded more. Not in a playful manner, but in a “what the fuck I was enjoying that get back here” manner.

We’re not in a D/s relationship. We’re both Doms, and while at times one of us will bottom (I for masochism and he for an array of things), there’s no submission in it. We’re equals, which is additionally why we can and will fight so hard if we let ourselves do grapple/tackle/punch-for-punch/etc.

So when I demand this, he can easily tell me to fuck off. And when he gets tired/bored, he will. But because of my ASPD, he will also feed my needs (and allow how I word myself, as he knows me so well) when he feels like it.

When I finally let him stop scratching, he asked if he could have the last piece of my chocolate bar in the fridge. The moment the sentence finished, he was laughing because my face immediately registered annoyance and aggression, along with my verbal response.

“What the fuck did you just say?”

“Then I won’t have it” through a grin, like the fucking button-pusher he is.

“… You can have half. Fucking having the last piece.. like that’s going to happen. Half.”

“Thank you.”

“Scratch my back more.”

“Sure.”

And this is why he gets things from me. Because he knows me. He gives me more of what I want, and in turn after a minute of being scratched.

“A quarter of it. Half of the half that’s left.”

“I’m fine.”

“Fucking have the fucking quarter of it.”

“I don’t need-“

“Have it or I’ll be pissed off.”

“Fine :)”

I wouldn’t trade him for anything. Seriously.

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Leigh:So there's an AC Moore, a Jamba Juice, a Starbucks, a Home Depot, a Lowes, and an array of other things about 10 mins from the new house. We are so fucked.

Leigh:Sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo fucked. But in the meantime, I'll continue to design the house changes aka bamboo to enclose corners of lower patio + outdoor curtains + koi pond + hanging plants and fake vines on supports.

Leigh:Not to mention the standing fire pit on the other patio around the corner, the fact that I want to put some canopy areas on the upper wooden deck + more bamboo corner walls, etcetcetc

Leigh:Ps: Fuck you, I'm a snob and if I don't have decadence the way I like it I'm a cranky fucker. Stags need their damn kingdom.

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