Podcasts about Breed

In this episode, I open up about the challenges of being a business owner and why building a strong team culture is so important. I share how I've learned to make better decisions, embrace mistakes as growth opportunities, and empower my team to take ownership of their roles. I talk about creating an environment where people feel safe to make decisions and learn from them, and how that trust leads to a more dynamic, confident, and successful business.Free 1-1 Business Coaching Session Signup: https://calendly.com/dripjobs/breakthroughSpotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/2v0D0SNSBofqJJE6zApEE1DripJobs Demo: https://calendly.com/dripjobsteam/dripjobsdemoGusto: https://gusto.com/i/tanner269OpenPhone: https://openph.one/referral/8Kc17aqFacebook Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/173750747824373/?ref=shareFollow me on Instagram: http://Instagram.com/officialtannermullen

This might piss some people off, but...¯_(ツ)_/¯. This week we talk about bands that in two successive albums they went from Cash to absolute Trash. Do you agree? What back-to-back albums did we miss? Let us know! Cheers! Instagram: Email:  Voicemail:  267-297-4627 Twitter: Facebook Group: Tim Twitter:  Jay Twitter:  Youtube Channel: Spotify Playlists:  Merch Store:

A Plan To Get Rid Of All The Cats Dr. Gareth Morgan wants to rid New Zealand of all the cats. He says they're damaging the bird population. Is he crazy, or does he have a point? We'll speak with him and find out what he's thinking and the adversity he's facing with his plan. Listen Now The Hard To Train Dog Peggy Swager has dedicated her life to the "hard-to-train" dog. She will tell us about her toughest cases and how to manage a dog that just won't behave properly. We'll have tips for overcoming problem behaviors and giveaways of her book. Listen Now Poison In Your House Dr. Justine Lee works at the Pet Poison Helpline. She says the top 5 pet toxins are probably in your house and accessible to your furry-friend. Dr. Lee will tell you what to watch out for and how to treat a pet that has eaten something poisonous. Listen Now Bully Sticks Condemned Turns out there's a lot more inside a popular dog treat than most pet owners probably imagine. They're called "pizzle" sticks or "bully" sticks, and a new study out of Canada says they're loaded with calories and bacteria. The treat is made from uncooked, dried bull penis, and researchers say it can contain things like E. coli and MRSA. Listen Now Iran Launches Monkey Into Space Iran said it launched a live monkey into space, seeking to show off its missile systems. "This shipment returned safely to Earth with the anticipated speed along with the live organism," Defense Minister Ahmad Vahidi told the semi-official Fars news agency. However, comparative pictures of the monkey don't match. Listen Now Read more about this week's show.

Discover how farmers and researchers are collaborating to develop seed varieties tailored to farmers' needs with Michael Lordon of the Organic Seed Alliance. Since vegetable and flower varieties are not one-size-fits-all farms, Michael tells us how the OSA is working to breed varieties that will thrive on farms without synthetic fertilizers and pesticides. Michael highlights ways farmers can participate in developing better varieties, including working with breeders, trialing, on-farm breeding and collaborative variety trials with a new platform called SeedLinked. Dig into this conversation about the future of seeds and where our next favorite variety is coming from with Michael and host April Parms Jones. Connect With Guest:Instagram: @organic_seed_allianceWebsite: seedalliance.org Podcast Sponsors: Huge thanks to our podcast sponsors as they make this podcast FREE to everyone with their generous support: Nifty Hoops builds complete gothic high tunnels that are easy to install and built to last. Their bolt-together construction makes setup straightforward and efficient, whether it's a small backyard hoophouse, or a dozen large production-scale high tunnels- especially through their community build option, where professional builders work alongside your crew, family, or neighbors to build each structure- usually in a single day. Visit niftyhoops.com to learn more. Discover innovative packaging solutions at A-ROO Company, your one-stop destination for customizable and eco-friendly packaging, including floral, produce, and specialty packaging. Enjoy an exclusive 15% discount with code "GFM15" for GFM Podcast listeners at shop.a-roo.com. Farmhand is the all-in-one virtual assistant created for CSA farmers. With five-star member support, custom websites, shop management, and seamless billing, Farmhand makes it effortless to market, manage, and grow a thriving CSA. Learn more and set up a demo with the founder at farmhand.partners/gfm.Subscribe To Our Magazine -all new subscriptions include a FREE 28-Day Trial

This week, I'm back in Bergen, Norway, for a captivating three-part conversation with Svartalv from Gehenna. I caught up with him before and after the band's epic return to the stage at this year's Beyond The Gates festival. Along the way, we dive into his personal journey back to the band, the future of Nocturnal Breed, his other projects, and much more.   On the Weekly News Rant, Marco from Stellar Master Elite joins me to round up the latest singles from 1914, Der Weg Einer Freiheit, Testament, and Tombs for judgment . PLUS: Conspiracy X is back with their new EP, "Ground Zero," and an exclusive Premiere on The Sphere!   Please support the bands featured on this episode: Gehenna: https://gehennadarknessshallrise.bandcamp.com Conspiracy X: https://conspiracyx.bandcamp.com/    Slagmaur: https://www.facebook.com/slagmaurofficial     Subscribe for weekly black and death metal interviews, news rants, and track reviews! Follow me on X, Instagram and Facebook, and check out the other podcasts by the Horsemen Of the Podcasting Apocalypse:  Horrorwolf 666, Iblis Manifestations, Everything Went Black, Necromaniacs and The Sol Nox Podcast. Thumbnail Credit:  The Almighty NECROSHORNS (https://www.instagram.com/necroshorns/)

Talking Trash is a show to discuss movies that some people deem to be garbage, mediocre or just one that people never knew existed, we talk through the plot in spoiler fashion while asking "is this a bad movie?" And if not "what is the worst movie ever made?"It's August and we are starting a two month battle between Dogs and Cats. August goes to the dogs to celebrate national Dog month and dog day by watching 4 crazy dog flicks.So this week we dive into our fourth and last killer Dog film with a movie called "The Breed" about, what else? A pack of dogs. The prenise goes something like this: 5 friends get stuck on an island with wild hungry bio-enginered super dogs and soon they have to battle them to stay alive. Its every bit as silly as it sounds. So let's get this chat started. Music by Karl Casey @whitebataudio on Instagram and YouTube.You can find us on Instagram @justanothermovienight and @thecraftymisfitNew episode every Tuesday.Thanks for listening! We appreciate you.

We are joined by Rab from Seattle Chronic Seeds to discuss how you can breed your own strains, crossing them with strains to bring in THCV, CBD, CBG, and other cannabinoids. Learn more about Seattle Chronic here: https://www.seattlechronicseeds.com/

In this episode, I revisit with Chris Enos of Enos Family Farm in Iowa. Chris was on the show in June of 2023 (Episode 103) and was about to transition the the Iowa Swabian Hall breed. He shares the successes and failures of having that breed and where he is headed next. SPONSOR: The 2nd Annual Homesteading-ish Conference https://homesteading-ish.com/ Also, join us for discussion of all things pastured pig on our new facebook group, The Pastured Pig. https://www.facebook.com/groups/thepasturedpig Please consider supporting us on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/thepasturedpig If you would like to know more about us here at Red Tool House Farm or would like to suggest topics for future episodes, visit us at: https://thepasturedpig.com/podcast/

Hi friends!  Today I'm going over the numbers from our 2025 kidding season!  We'll talk about our challenges, victories, and the things we learned this year and I'll be sharing the actual production numbers from our herd.  We'll comb through the data, pull out the important stuff, and talk about what worked great and what we'll change for next year.  Let's get to it!   All the Best! Millie   Mentions:   26 | Is My Goat Old Enough to Breed?  How To Decide When Your Does Are Ready Have Their First Kids   16 | The Results Are In! Our 2024 Kidding Season Numbers for the Meat Goat Herd, and What You Should Be Keeping Track of in Your Herd     Get your farm fresh meat here: https://drycreekheritagemeats.com     Join our email list and be first to get updates and special offers:  https://www.getgoatwise.com/insider   Join the FB Community: https://www.getgoatwise.com/community     Connect with me:   Email: millie@drycreekpastures.com   See what's happening on the ranch: https://www.instagram.com/drycreekpastures/  

Throughout the first half of the 1980s, as the Bee Gees took a break from their band moniker and looked towards writing and producing for other artists, and Barry and Robin explored the next stages of their solo careers, Maurice was all the while tinkering away in the background, writing music intended for the background. This episode explores the soundtrack works (and various leftover compositions) composed by Maurice. This covers 'Living Eyes' era instrumentals, a Marti Webb showtune, a solo single and various film scores, the primary example being the music for 1984's 'A Breed Apart'. Stuart and Cristiano work their way through this eclectic collection of music, shining a light on Maurice's deft synthesiser skills and craft for arranging evocative soundscapes.Find us on social medias @wordsbeegeespodcast. Email us: wordsbeegeespodcast@gmail.com Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

America's Pet Obesity Problem Obesity is troubling about 3 out of every 5 pets. This week, we're tackling this problem with stories, tips, and tricks to keep your pet healthy and happy. You'll hear about the kitty that ate McDonald's every day, an inventor that created a cat-treadmill, and a 77 lb. Dachshund. Listen Now Top Behavioral Problem Separation Anxiety not only tops the list of dog behavior problems, but it's most often brought on by the dog's owner or guardian without knowing it. Alan Kabel has sure-fire ways to teach an old dog new tricks. Listen Now Dogs Going Postal Dogs go postal in Los Angeles more than any other U.S. city. The U.S. Postal Service released its rankings of the best and worst cities for dog attacks on mail carriers. Los Angeles recorded 69 incidents last year. San Antonio and Seattle round out the top three worst cities. Wichita, Kansas, is the safest city with just 20 attacks. Almost six thousand postal workers were attacked by dogs. Listen Now Worm Season With Mosquito season comes an increase in parasitic worms that could ultimately be fatal. Joey Villani tells you how to keep the skeeters away, and Dr. Joel Ehrenzweig tells listeners about over-the-counter products that are safe for your pets, but put a damper in any worm's day. Listen Now Dogs Good For Our Hearts The American Heart Association (AHA) has declared that pets, especially dogs, are good for a person's heart. Further proof that dogs are among the best friends a person could have. Dr. Glenn N. Levine, director of Baylor University's cardiac care unit, says, "Pet ownership, particularly dog ownership, is probably associated with a decreased risk of heart disease." Listen Now Plus, the Animal Radio Dream Team answers questions about your pet. Read more about this week's show.

Marathon swimmer and Cal Alumn Catherine Breed joins Spadoni and Lubman on The Roast to talk about her planned swim along the coast of California. All 900 miles of it. More Info https://catherinebreed.com/ https://catherinebreed.com/swim-california https://catherinebreed.com/donate Instagram: catherine.breed

Ho boy, do we have a treat this week! We were lucky enough to sit down with drummer Bobby Crow from the band Signs of the Swarm, and we ran the gamut! We talked band history, Pittsburgh lore, and of course....the Deftones. Check out their new album, To Rid Myself of Truth out 8/22. Cheers! Instagram: Email:  Voicemail:  267-297-4627 Twitter: Facebook Group: Tim Twitter:  Jay Twitter:  Youtube Channel: Spotify Playlists:  Merch Store:

  Student Council is looking for 9th grade students to represent their class. Current open positions are: Freshman Class President, Freshman Class Vice President, and Freshman Class Representatives. Please come by the StuCo interest table in G-Wing to pick up an election packet. All paperwork is due August 22nd. Come by G1 (Mr. Breed's Room) if you have any questions or email Mr. Breed! FCCLA will have its first meeting of the year for all new and returning members on Thursday, August 28 at 7:45 a.m. in room D04, Mrs. Mertz's classroom. FCCLA is the club to join us if you are interested in working with children and families. There will be a short Spanish Club interest meeting on Wednesday, 8/20 in room F-2 from 3:40 - 4:00 p.m. Picture Day is August 19th and students will be sent to the gym to take pictures by last name and grade level. 

Apologies for the late episode, but we think the content of the movie will make up for it because...phew, what the hell was this. Cameron asked for something unhinged and he got that and more in 1989's Deadly Breed. Look, the tagline for the movie is "If you're not a white American, relocate or die." Enough said. We also get into a debate about the constant refrain of "seeing both sides" and some of the craziest caucacity to date.  Also, fun announcement! Next week we will be starting our top 20 most caucastic white savior movies of all time. It took a while and some debate to put together but it should be a fun few weeks as we talk through the list. Who will be crowned the worst of the worst? Tune in and find out! 

Live From SuperZoo It's time again for our New Pet Product Special from the pet industry's largest trade show in Las Vegas. We'll be giving you great gifts for your pet before they're on the shelves in your pet store. Listen Now See our New Pet Product Gallery of Honorable Mentions. Flea Facts There is no doubt that this flea season has been one of the worst in recorded history. Now it takes a multi-modal approach to get rid of these little suckers for good. Dr. Debbie steps up to the plate with several great ideas. Listen Now Pet Insurance When is the best time to get pet insurance so you won't be caught with the ever-increasing cost of veterinary care? Is it better to just start an interest-bearing savings account for your pet? Is it possible that your insurance claim will be rejected? Animal Radio uncovers the truths and fallacies behind the booming insurance trade for pets. Listen Now Horse Rider Turned Away At Drive-Thru - So She Brings Horse Into Restaurant Instead A woman has been saddled with a fine after bringing her horse into a McDonald's restaurant. Police say the woman initially tried to ride the animal through the drive-thru on Saturday, but was turned away. She then brought the horse inside the fast food joint, where it promptly did its "business" on the floor. Listen Now Energy Bar Contains Crickets A Salt Lake City-based energy bar maker is turning to crickets as a source of nutrients. The makers of Chapul Bars use cricket flour to give their bars a boost of protein. Chapul's founder, Patrick Crowley, says the six-legged critters are a "rich source of edible protein" that is more environmentally friendly than protein from livestock. Listen Now Read more about this week's show.

No set topic this week, we sat down and talked about stories in the news, new release opinions, tour announcements, and a bunch of other topics.  Cheers! Instagram: Email:  Voicemail:  267-297-4627 Twitter: Facebook Group: Tim Twitter:  Jay Twitter:  Youtube Channel: Spotify Playlists:  Merch Store:  

Send us a textIn this episode we talk with ultra endurance swimmer Catherine Breed about:Her recent feat of becoming the 1st person to swim the Tahoe Water Trail consecutively (60 miles), and how she navigates nutrition and hydration in and out of the waterHer upcoming adventure - Swim California - where she'll tackle swimming the entire coastline of CaliforniaWhat she does out of the water to stay fit, and what strategies she employs to be successful in the waterStarting Sea Dreamers to open doors for women to get involved in ocean activities through community, inclusivity, empowerment and education surrounding ocean conservation.Catherine Breed is an ultra endurance athlete and waterwoman, who began marathon swimming in 2017. She was always drawn to the water, and her passion has led her to travel all over the world to explore new events and adventures, including her incredible recent feat of becoming the first person to consecutively swim the 72-mile Lake Tahoe Water Trail in 2025. She is now training on a massive endeavor to swim the entire coastline of California with her Swim California 2026 endeavor. An adventure that she estimates will take her 3 to 4 months.Catherine swam for UC Berkeley, where she was part of a 2x NCAA championship team,  and the US National Team before transitioning out of the pool to join the Dolphin Club after college. The Dolphin Club introduced her to cold water, long distances and a strong sense of community. It was there she started coming up with her big goals, and where she began really pushing the limits of endurance swimming. She holds records for women in swimming the length of Lake Tahoe, Apache Lake, Roosevelt Lake, as well as overall records of the Monterey Bay Swim, Round Trip Angel Island, and was the first to swim from the Golden Gate Bridge to Half Moon Bay. She is also a 2x Pan American Gold Medalist.She is passionate about the sport of swimming, and about making it accessible to everyone. She also has a strong connection to protecting the ocean and its creatures, and works to bring awareness and funds to organizations that align with her goals.Please note that this podcast is created strictly for educational purposes and should never be used for medical diagnosis or treatment.Connect w/ Adam: IG: www.instagram.com/catherine.breed/Sea Dreamers: seadreamers.org/ Mentioned:Maurten: Available on The Feed. Get $20 off right away with an additional $20 Feed credit drop every 90 days when you join the NR Feed Club.Infinite Nutrition: Available on The FeedThorne Hormone Advantage (DIM)MORE NR New customers save 10% off all products on our website with the code NEWPOD10 If you would like to work with our practitioners, click here: https://nutritional-revolution.com/work-with-us/ Save 20% on all supplements at our trusted online source: https://us.fullscript.com/welcome/kchannell Join Nutritional Revolution's The Feed Club to get $20 off right away with an additional $20 Feed credit drop every 90 days.: https://thefeed.com/teams/nutritional-revolution If you're interested in sponsoring Nutritional Revolution Podcast, shoot us an email at nutritionalrev@gmail.com.

This Saturday Matinee is brimming with classic British comedy and golden age orchestral charm. We begin with "The Goon Show" in "Emperor of the Universe", as Spike Milligan, Peter Sellers, and Harry Secombe take us on a delightfully absurd hunt for 25 million missing Englishmen. Then it's time for our first musical interlude, with Jack Hilton and his Orchestra playing the Cole Porter gem "You're the Top". Next, enjoy "Hancock's Half Hour" in "Hancock's Car", where Tony Hancock, Sid James, and Bill Kerr deliver a hilarious tale of motoring misadventures. The laughs keep rolling with "Beyond Our Ken" in "This Happy Breed", starring Kenneth Horne, Kenneth Williams, Hugh Paddick, Betty Marsden, and Bill Pertwee. We round off the afternoon with the romantic "Lovelight in the Starlight" from the Emery Deutsch Orchestra. Sit back and enjoy a perfect mix of laughter, music, and nostalgia from radio's golden years here on Vintage Classic Radio.

Chapter 50October 29Someone, SomewhereIn some ways these people (I am one) cannot exist without the oxygen of laughter. Dawn Powell, diary entryThe ability to burst out laughing is proof of a fine character. I mistrust those who avoid laughter and refuse its overtures. They are afraid to shake the tree, mindful of the fruits and birds, afraid that someone might notice that nothing comes off their branches. Jean Cocteau, “On Laughter”ALBERTINE AND I spent the whole day packing, with help from Lou and all his friends and from professionals hired by Artie for the heavy work. By dinnertime all of our worldly goods were en route to a small apartment in Manhattan, to be delivered the next day.MY BIRTHDAY “CAKE” was a pecan pie with fifty candles. Before I began reading the final installment of Dead Air, I yielded the floor to Lou, who said, “Listen — for the last forty-nine nights I've been sending my show in on tapes that Elaine's been shuttling to the studio — except for one piece of the Catalog of Human Misery a few nights ago that I phoned in from my room here — but tonight, right after Peter's reading, I'm going to the studio to do this one live, because tonight's my last show, the sign-off, the gala, the big finish — so tune in, will you? It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! Don't miss it!” Then I read “Someone, Somewhere.”WE ALL MAKE MISTAKES. On my thirteenth birthday, I made one. I was, at the time, the sole supplier of flying-saucer detectors in Babbington, New York, clam capital of America, my home town; I also ran a broadcasting network from a cave in my back yard; and I had begun spying in a small way, planting an electronic eavesdropping device camouflaged as a flying-saucer detector in the bedroom of Mr. and Mrs. Roger Jerrold, a couple who lived down the block from me — or around the corner — in the hope that I might hear Mrs. Jerrold having sex with Mr. Yummy, a man who delivered baked goods and other joys to the housebound wives of Babbington. As it so often does, curiosity led to my mistake. One day, instead of attending to my duties as broadcaster and announcer, I plugged my tape recorder — a birthday gift to myself — into my transmitter and let a tape play over the air while I went prowling into the secrets that my friends Raskol, Marvin, Spike, and Matthew kept in the cave. When I had snooped enough to make myself feel guilty about it, I returned to the transmitter and put my headphones on to see what point I'd reached in my prerecorded palaver. I discovered that, instead of a recording of myself acting the part of Larry Peters, the congenial substitute host of “The Peter Leroy Show,” I had been broadcasting a tape that I had stolen from the Jerrolds, a recording of Mrs. Jerrold and Mr. Yummy that had probably been made in secret by Mr. Jerrold, who may have been a spy — not an amateur like me, but a professional, a soldier in the cold war. The tape was nearly at its end, and Mrs. Jerrold was screaming “Oh, Yummy, Yummy, Yummy!” her voice rising in a crescendo of pleasure. When one is in a cave sitting in front of a radio transmitter broadcasting a signal into an unseen world, it is hard to tell whether anyone at all is out there listening, unless one has a feedback system of some sort that allows one to detect the effects of the signal on the outside world. I had one of those effect-detectors: the electronic eavesdropper that I had installed in the Jerrolds' bedroom. I bent my ear to the radio that I kept tuned to the eavesdropper, listening for any sound that might suggest that the Jerrolds had heard the tape that I'd been playing. At first, I didn't hear much, because the eavesdropper wasn't sensitive enough to pick up sounds beyond the bedroom, but then I heard Mr. Jerrold's voice, increasing in volume as he came within range: “. . . not a fit mother, you b***h! Junior — get your coat. We're going to Grandma's.” Then some banging and thumping — a crash — the ringing of a bell — and then nothing. The persistence and spaciousness of the nothingness led me to conclude that someone had knocked my eavesdropper to the floor and that it was going to require some repairs before it would work again. I shut the transmitter down, came up out of the cave, lowered the stump into place, and walked to the Jerrolds' house. The car was not in the driveway. I walked up the side of the driveway, at the edge of it, on the grass, so that my footsteps wouldn't make a sound on the gravel. When I got to the window at the end of the living room, I stood on my toes and peeked inside. I saw Mrs. Jerrold, at the opposite end of the room, sitting on the sofa, in the gray light of the television set. She was smoking a cigarette. I ducked immediately, fearful that she would see me. I went home. I ate my dinner. I helped wash the dishes. I went out for a walk. I returned to the Jerrolds' house. It was dark downstairs, but there was a light on in the bedroom. I went around to the back door and stood there trying to work up the courage to knock. If there ever was a time when I could knock at the door and say to Mrs. Jerrold, “Let me in, let me in, let me in, I implore,” and hope to be admitted, it seemed to me that this was it, but I didn't have the nerve, and so I turned away, and put my head down, and put my hands in my pockets, and went home and went to bed. What happened after that I know only at second hand, from the Jerrolds' neighbor, Mrs. Breed, who got it from the cops. Following a domestic dispute, Mr. Jerrold drove off with his son to visit his parents in Minnesota. Sometime after he left, Mrs. Jerrold locked all the doors and windows in the house, stuffed towels under the doors and up the flue of the living room fireplace, taped the cracks around the windows, taped wrapping paper over the glass, and drew the blinds and curtains. She heaped combustibles in the center of the living room: paper and boxes, scrap wood, rags, wooden tables and chairs, Mr. Jerrold's clothing, and reels of recording tape. While she was heaping the combustibles, or perhaps after she had finished the work, while she was taking a look at the heap and congratulating herself on a job well done, she drank a pitcher of whiskey sours (“made with good Canadian whiskey,” according to what Mrs. Breed said the police said) and took several sleeping pills. Sometime after finishing her whiskey sours and sleeping pills, or perhaps just before she finished her whiskey sours and sleeping pills, she doused the pile of combustibles with some cleaning fluid and kerosene and set fire to it, and sometime after that she passed out, and sometime after that she died, but the house was not destroyed. Mrs. Jerrold had gone to great lengths to ensure that there would be no drafts, no air to save her from the end that she had designed for herself, but in her agitated state she had forgotten that a fire needs air as much as an unhappy woman does. Neither the police nor Mrs. Breed made any mention of a visitor who stood outside the kitchen door, thought of knocking, did not knock, and left. Mr. Jerrold and Junior never returned to town. The house was put on the market, but it took a long time to sell, because it smelled of smoke and needed work. Was it all my fault? It may have been. The effects of the things we do extend themselves, like a chain or a relay network, reaching farther than we suppose, so all our acts have unforeseen consequences, and I suspect that someone, somewhere, suffers for every mistake I make.EVERYONE SAT IN SILENCE until Lou said, “I have to admit that I was expecting a happy ending.” Then he looked at his watch and said, “Hey, I've got to go.”Subscribe to The Personal History, Adventures, Experiences & Observations of Peter LeroyShare The Personal History, Adventures, Experiences & Observations of Peter LeroyWatch Well, What Now? This series of short videos continues The Personal History, Adventures, Experiences & Observations of Peter Leroy in the present.Have you missed an episode or two or several?* You can begin reading at the beginning or you can catch up by visiting the archive or consulting the index to the Topical Guide. The Substack serialization of Little Follies begins here; Herb 'n' Lorna begins here; Reservations Recommended begins here; Where Do You Stop? begins here; What a Piece of Work I Am begins here; At Home with the Glynns begins here; Leaving Small's Hotel begins here.* You can listen to the episodes on the Personal History podcast. Begin at the beginning or scroll through the episodes to find what you've missed. The Substack podcast reading of Little Follies begins here; Herb 'n' Lorna begins here; Reservations Recommended begins here; Where Do You Stop? begins here; What a Piece of Work I Am begins here; At Home with the Glynns begins here; Leaving Small's Hotel begins here.* You can listen to “My Mother Takes a Tumble” and “Do Clams Bite?” complete and uninterrupted as audiobooks through YouTube.* You can ensure that you never miss a future issue by getting a free subscription. 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  Ok numetal fans! This week instead of dragging it out we're going through the Semi, Quarter, and the Finals all in one shot!  So where did we land? It got to where we thought it would...American Head Charge vs. Downthesun.  So who's your pick?  Please send an email, leave a voicemail, or comment on YouTube with who you picked, and if you'd like to defend your choice on the show please let us know! Enjoy! Instagram: Email:  Voicemail:  267-297-4627 Twitter: Facebook Group: Tim Twitter:  Jay Twitter:  Youtube Channel: Spotify Playlists:  Merch Store:

Is Yawning Contagious Richard Christian reports on a study that says you can get your dog to yawn by yawning yourself. But Fido knows when you're faking it. He won't fall for the faux yawn. What does it all mean? What is our dog thinking when they yawn? Don't get paranoid. He's not necessarily bored. Listen Now Man Tries To Smuggle Fish In Pants An embarrassing leak foiled one man's recent smuggling attempt in New Zealand. The Vietnamese national attempted to smuggle live tropical fish from Australia to Auckland, hiding them in plastic bags and stuffing them into his pockets. However, airport officials grew suspicious when they noticed water seeping from his pants. Listen Now Missing Diamonds Found But Can't Be Retrieved For 8 Years Claire Lennon says her pet chicken Sarah snatched the $450 piece of jewelry while she was perched on her shoulder. Veterinarians determined the earring was trapped in the chicken's stomach. And while they said they could remove it with a risky surgery, Lennon quickly ruled that out and intends to wait until Sarah grows old and passes away from natural causes. Listen Now Cat Friendly Practices Animal Radio® Veterinary Correspondent Dr. Marty Becker reports on veterinary practices that go out of their way to be extra cat-friendly. He'll also have tips for taking your cat to the vet without all the stress and strain. Listen Now Rent-A-Chicken A couple in Freeport, Pennsylvania, is giving aspiring chicken farmers a chance to take a test run with the animals. Phil Thompkins and his wife, Jenn, have recently started a business called "Rent The Chicken," which allows people to care for chickens. For $350, a renter gets two hens, a wheeled coop, feed, and a water dish. Listen Now Read more about this week's show.

Were slaves in America really bred for strength? And is that a reason why Black athletes often dominate today? You can find Ken on ... YOUTUBE:  https://m.youtube.com/@ElephantsInRoomsTWITTER:  https://x.com/Elephants_RoomsSUBSTACK: https://kenlacorte.substack.com/RUMBLE: https://rumble.com/c/KenLaCorte

On today's episode of The Coffee Break, Russ speaks with Rob Hardin from Rare of Breed.  The Coffee Break is the daily Christian talk and local events program on Hope Radio KCMI 97.1FM serving the Scottsbluff, NE area. Tune in for interviews with authors, musicians, pastors, and others in the Christian community and our local area! Visit our website: www.kcmifm.com Like us on Facebook: www.facebook.com/kcmifm

On today's episode of The Coffee Break, Pastor Ken Behor talks about the Rare of Breed concert.  The Coffee Break is the daily Christian talk and local events program on Hope Radio KCMI 97.1FM serving the Scottsbluff, NE area. Tune in for interviews with authors, musicians, pastors, and others in the Christian community and our local area! Visit our website: www.kcmifm.com Like us on Facebook: www.facebook.com/kcmifm

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Quaranteam-Northwest: Part 8 Summer Plans Based on a post by Break The Bar. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.  At dinner I checked in with Ivy first, then Vanessa when she had finished for the day and joined us. I also made a point of stopping to check in with Dani to see what she was thinking about her new co-team members, who she thought would work out fine, and Kyla. "I think she's a lot quieter than the rest of us," Dani told me as we sat side by side near Leo's RV. "Which isn't a bad thing, obviously. She isn't as used to being around girls like us though. Erica worked with strippers because of her job, along with all sorts of other crazy people, so it's whatever for her. Kyla obviously isn't used to how open we all are about sex things." I pressed my lips together and nodded, watching her as she sat in a group with Erica, Vanessa and Aria chatting. She was obviously engaged, but didn't offer much to the conversation and seemed happy to listen. "Anything else?" I asked. "Anything weird come up?" "No. Should I be watching for something?" Danielle asked. "No, no," I assured her. "I just; Erica, Ivy, Vanessa; it's working. It's crazy, but it's working. I'm worried about Kyla messing that up." "It should be fine," Dani said, patting me on the shoulder. "Erica will Mom them into shape if things get out of whack, and if she's the problem you can just spank her until she apologizes." That made me snort and shake my head with a grin. "You and her talk too much." "Or maybe we don't talk enough," Dani grinned. We folded ourselves back into the larger conversations, me joining the group with Kyla while Dani went to sit with Leo, India and Ivy. As the sun was setting we busted out the fire pit and Vanessa pointed me towards the nearest brush piles I could harvest some wood from; it seemed she'd handily directed some of her workers to pile it within easy walking distance. Then, once the fire was crackling and we all had our drinks of choice, we told the new women our story. We started with Leo and I, then how Erica had joined us for quarantine. We both teased her about hearing her masturbating, which until that moment she hadn't realized had been the case and made her blush. Then we talked about the land lease, the construction, and the introduction of Dani, Vanessa, and Ivy. Vanessa told us how fucking crazy she thought we were at first, but after that first night around the fire she'd realized something weird but special was going on so she stopped judging and started getting a little jealous. Then Ivy told her perspective, stepping into a life with Erica and me. Then we had to tell the story of Vanessa joining us, which got rushed over really quickly and then had to be retold because even Dani hadn't gotten all the details. I'd purposefully sat beside Kyla around the fire, Erica taking the spot on the other side of me. As India and Aria started ragging on Vanessa for not giving them the full story in the initial car ride when they met her, Kyla leaned over to me. "Can we talk? In private?" "Sure," I said, nodding towards our RV. I leaned back in the other direction to Erica and kissed her cheek, and she met my eye and nodded. Inside the RV Kyla had taken the Murphey seat this time so I sat on the bench opposite her. "You still feeling alright?" I asked her. "No," she laughed. Inside, in the more steady light of the RV, I could see she was flushed even with her slightly darker Filipina skin. "I feel like I've got a fever, but it's concentrated in all my erogenous zones. I don't even like women but that story about Vanessa has me..." She blew out a long breath. "I don't know how much more sex talk I can take before I snap." "I can ask them to stop if you want. Or we can have that conversation if you think you're ready." "I'm; Yeah, I'm ready to talk," she said. She took another deep breath and sat up straighter, putting her hands on her knees like she was trying to focus herself. "You can ask anything you want, and I'll try to answer," I promised her. "I don't have questions," she said. "Well, I actually have lots of questions, but they aren't important right this second. Seeing you with Erica and Ivy, and meeting Vanessa. Hearing the way Leo and Danielle talk about you. I think I know what I'd be getting into if I do this with you. And to be honest, it sounds pretty greater considering the other options that the world seems to be moving toward right now. But I never want to be someone who just takes the easy thing because it's in front of them. I know a lot about you now, but you don't know much about me. And I'll tell you, pretty much anything you want to know, but there's something I need to know if you're Okay with. More than my past, more than whatever your government is worried about." "The only way to know is to ask," I said, trying not to let my own nerves out. Kyla, who had been steady throughout the day, was showing signs of anxiety amidst her hard pressure to keep herself under control. "If I don't like it, we can try and find someone else as soon as possible." "I don't want,” She bit her tongue, cutting herself off, and took a breath. "Harrison. If I do this, if I imprint on you, this is my out. I've been doing everything my father wanted since I was a kid. The only escape I ever had was through dance, and even that he took control of to make sure I was getting the best lessons and tutors and going to the best camps and schools. And even then, he and NICA used it as well. My entire life I've been pushed and trained and taught and used because I didn't matter and my country and my service did. I want a new life, Harri. But I want that life the way I want it. I want a big family. I was an only child, and my parents tolerated each other at best in a political marriage. I want six kids at least, more if we can. Fuck, I'll pop out an even dozen and be happy. Or maybe not, maybe I'll be happy earlier than that, but I know I want a lot of kids to love on and raise in a big, supportive family. "If you can handle that, and if Erica can handle that because I know she's going to need to agree to it too, then I swear to God I'll be loyal to you and only to you. My father, NICA, my country; I can leave them all behind and in the dust if you can promise me we'll try to make my dream life happen. And I promise I'll be the best, hottest housewife I can be for as long as you can keep me barefoot and pregnant. I'll make sure I'm fit and tight and everything I can be for you in between pregnancies, but God I want this, Harri. I've never told anyone this before, but I want it so fucking bad." I didn't know what to say. She was practically sobbing in her earnest desire for what she was asking. I just slid down to my knees on the floor of the RV and wrapped my arms around her and Kyla clutched at me as she panted hard. Not crying, but desperately trying to control herself. "Kyla, I would be an extremely lucky man if I can give that all to you," I said. "And I want to tell you yes right away, but you're right. I do need to check with Erica first. Do you want me to call her in to ask her now?" She hesitated a moment, then nodded and sat back on the chair, sucking in a deep and unsteady breath. I stood up and opened the RV door, sticking my head out. All three of my women looked over to me and I made what I hoped was a reassuring smile, then locked eyes with Erica and motioned her over with a head jerk. She joined us, shutting the RV door behind her. "What's up?" she asked. "Everything Okay?" I looked at Kyla. "Do you want me to ask, or you?" "I; You," she said after hesitating. I turned to Erica and reached out, holding her hand. "So, I know we had our conversation earlier, but I didn't realize this was coming or maybe we would have talked about it more seriously. Kyla is ready to join us, but she has an ask. Because of her own family past, one thing she wants more than anything is to have kids. A whole bunch of them. So she wants to know if you and I are Okay with that and willing for that to happen, or if we should try to find her someone else who can help her get the life she wants." Erica's eyes had widened as I was speaking and her jaw worked a few times before she could find the right words. Then she turned to Kyla and looked at her for a long, long moment before putting a hand on her shoulder. "That's the most important thing for you?" she asked quietly. Kyla nodded, then looked up to meet Erica's gaze. "More than anything else. And I want to do that with Harrison; God, I haven't even known him a day but it's like I can see it right there in front of me. He'd make a great husband and an even better father. I just know he's yours more than either of the others, and I couldn't risk saying yes to him without you saying yes to this." "God, fuck," Erica sighed, and I realized she was tearing up as well. She looked to me. "Yes, obviously, if it's what she needs then yes. But I guess now I need to stop taking the pill because I'm not just gonna sit by and not be in the running for the first mother of your child." Now it was my turn to be surprised. "But we just,” She kissed me to shut me up. "It doesn't matter," she said. "I love you, you love me. If the world implodes and we're all shot off into space, I still won't regret making a kid with you." She turned to Kyla. "Are you going to love him?" "I'm going to try," she said. "And I'll work harder at it than my parents ever did." "Then yes," Erica said. "But, and I'll only ever say this once and you need to listen to me closely, if this isn't the truth and you hurt Harrison or me or anyone else here then I swear to everything in heaven and hell that I will end you. Do we understand each other?" Kyla nodded, taking her seriously. "I do, and I won't." "Okay," Erica said, and leaned down and kissed her on the forehead. "You clearly need a fuck, so unless you've suddenly turned Bi then I should leave you to it." She turned to me and kissed me hard, and I hugged her to keep her close. "You're sure?" I asked her in a whisper. She nodded. "Rock her world, babe. Show her why she's one of the four luckiest women on the planet." She kissed my cheek, squeezed my fingers in hers, and then stepped away and out of the RV. Kyla looked like she was going to jump out of her seat. "So,” I started. Kyla stood up abruptly and grabbed me by the face, smashing her plush lips to mine. I naturally grabbed her by the waist as we started making out right there in the middle of the RV. She'd been wearing that bulky coverall the entire day and now she started to scramble to try and get it unzipped and off at the same time as trying to get me to get my shirt off, which just turned into an awkward mess of her hands moving back and forth between us. "Stop, stop," I murmured, pulling my lips from hers. She actually whined a little in her throat and then blinked in surprise at her own reaction. I picked her up and she wrapped her legs around my waist as I carried her back towards the bed. Like this, she was taller than me and she bent down to kiss me some more, making it hard for me to navigate. Thankfully it was a straight shot, and there wasn't a lip at the door to the bedroom area that I needed to duck under or step over. I found the bed with my shin and stopped and lowered her down onto it so we lay somewhere in the middle, me on top of her as we kept making out. Once we were done I pulled away and tugged off my shirt. "Fuck," she groaned, looking at me hungrily. "Not what you're used to?" I asked. She shook her head. "No, so much better." She raised her hands to my stomach and up to my chest, letting her fingers play through my chest hair. I couldn't help myself and I reached down and unzipped the coverall down to her belly button. Underneath, all she had on was a set of black bra and panties. On the one hand, I was starting to get mesmerized by her body very quickly, but on the other, I remembered in the back of my mind that she hadn't arrived with any luggage. I lifted her from under her arms and she let me help her pull the coveralls off, then raised her ass so I could pull them from her legs as well. I crashed back down onto her, now feeling her smooth skin on mine. Her body was everything I would have expected from a dancer; smooth and sleek all over, with toned muscling and a sort of feline grace as she moved around. "Where; are; your clothes; and things?" I asked between kisses. "They said; they would bring; them up; from Cali,” she replied. Then she stopped the kissing and looked up at me. "Seriously, I've got this fucking craving for your cock right now like I can't believe, Harri. I need you to fuck me so fucking bad." "Okay," I said, and then kissed her again as I reached under her to unsnap her bra. When she realized what I wanted she didn't even bother with the snap, she just yanked the black cups off her tits and the whole thing over her head. Her tits were a perfect size for my big hands to palm, a bit bigger than Ivy's but much smaller than Erica's, and her dark brown areolas were smooth and a little puffy, with two perfect nubs for nipples. I sucked on one, feeling how hard they were, but she was stretching to try and get my shorts off of me. She needed the imprinting. We could always explore each other more in the future. I leaned away from her, one hand still on her tit and holding her down, as I shoved down my shorts and boxers. For her part, she pushed her panties down to her knees and I pulled them the rest of the way off. Her cunt was a gorgeous brown, flushed darker than the skin above and slick with her chemically-induced horniness. Even her clit hood was a little pulled back, the softer pink of her clit just visible from being swollen. She was entirely bare, and I wondered if that was a personal choice or a seduction tactic she'd been told to follow. Not that I cared at the moment. I wanted to eat her out and taste her. I wanted to make this last, to wow her like Erica had said. Fuck, let's be real, I wanted to impress the seductive honey trap spy with my sex skills. "Fuck my brains out," Kyla demanded. "Fuck me until I can only ever think of you. Take me and make me yours, you fucking massive wall of American god." I could impress her later. Her cunt accepted my cock like a perfectly tailored suit. I slid in, and even though she was tight and her muscles were firm as hell as they clenched at me she was also extremely willing. That changed when I was almost all the way in though, but not from want of trying. Kyla came, her entire body rolling and arching as her cunt clenched down enough to almost start forcing my cock out. She grabbed me around the shoulder and hugged herself up, clinging to me, and her hips roiled as she thrust hard up and down. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her lips curled in an ugly snarl for a long moment, until the orgasm passed and she let go of me, falling a couple of inches back to the bed with a 'whumph.' "H-Holy fuck," she panted, looking up at me in confusion. "What was that? That,” She blinked rapidly. "Did no one tell you about the first orgasm?" I asked her. She shook her head, still blinking like she was trying to gain her focus. "Fuck me and tell me," she said. I started to slow-thrust, enjoying the delicious warmth of her as I leaned down a bit more, pressing my full body against hers as she spread her legs wider for me. "They told Erica in the information session that she should expect a massive orgasm the first time she ingested a man's precum, and the biggest one of her life when they ingest their actual cum." "She got an information session?" Kyla panted, looking slightly alarmed. "You didn't?" I asked, equally alarmed. We'd both stopped thrusting at each other, not sure what to do. "Fuck it, fucking fuck me," she said and rolled her body to get my cock deeper inside her again. I wasn't going to argue with that. We fucked like that, mutually, for a bit and then I took some more control and went up high on my hands for better leverage and started to fuck her harder. Kyla moaned and panted beneath me, then raised her lips up and sucked on one of my nipples, which was an oddly pleasurable surprise, and then she took some of my hairy pec muscle between her teeth and bit me lightly as she came again. "Ow," I said when she dropped back to the bed again. "Sorry," she panted. "I just; you're really fucking good." Huh, maybe I can impress the spy, I thought. "I'm getting closer," I told her. I'd had... well, not the most amount of sex I'd had in a day, but a bunch, so I wasn't entirely surprised I was lasting as long as I was. "Do you want to try something else?" "I want to try everything with you," she gasped and kissed me. "But... let me..." I disengaged with her, which made her moan like a whore, and she scrambled around on the bed until she was at the bottom corner on her back. Then she spread her legs wide into a full split, and then even wider until she had one leg practically parallel with her torso and the other was way out to the other side. If she was a clock, she would have been showing 10 o'clock. "Fuck me hard. Use my hole," she said, licking her lips. "Get your cock back inside; yes! Oh, fuck, Harrison. Make my cunt fucking squirm. Make your cunt squirm. It's yours now. I'm yours. My whole body. Fuck! I've never felt it like this before. I've never felt anything like this." I was crushing down into her in big, hard strokes and I could feel her cunt squishing with her juices and my balls slapping against her ass cheeks. I was hovering over her and a bead of sweat had trailed down to the end of my nose. Kyla opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out, licking it off of me. I lowered the rest of the way to her and kissed her hard, then hugged her tightly as I started pumping short and quick, barely leaving her cunt. "I can't wait to fall in love with you," I whispered to her. "I can't wait to make babies with you, and start a family." "Do it," she gasped. "Put a baby in me. Make my womb yours forever. Breed me, make me your breeding wife-whore. Love me, may-ari. Oh, fucking; that's what you are, you beautiful big bastard. You're my may-ari. My owner. I choose you. I choose; I,” I couldn't have stopped from coming in her if my life depended on it. She was pushing towards her own orgasm already, and her years of dance and other physical activity had turned her core into a vice that sucked at my cock like a hoover. I came as she lost her grip on her words, chanting about choosing me. She came as well, a scream quenched in her throat as her entire body flexed and tensed. I filled her up, releasing over and over in her, but I finished before she did and just went right back to fucking her since my cock hadn't gone soft yet and she was still coming. I only stopped when she went slack, her legs falling back to a more natural position, and her face went from that clenched teeth-gritting tension to a soft, satisfied smile. "Imprinting. Imprinting. Imprinting." I pulled away from her slowly, making sure she wasn't going to fall from the bed, and found that the entire bottom corner and the edge of the mattress were wet and sticky with juices. Along with my legs, crotch and hips. "Great, another squirter," I sighed. Not that I actually minded, but it just meant we'd be doing even more laundry in the tiny machine the RV held. I stood and, once I felt like I could be coordinated enough, I picked Kyla up in a cradle and lifted her higher on the bed and tucked her in. She was in the fetal position, still mumbling the imprinting sequence with that smile. I had to grab a new pair of shorts since mine had ended up in the splash zone, and I didn't bother putting on a shirt but did wipe myself down with some wet paper towel. Stumbling out of the RV, I was greeted by catcalls and applause. Looking around, the fire was still going and someone had stocked it higher with wood. Erica, Dani and Vanessa were all sitting in the Adirondack chairs, and Ivy was sitting curled up in Erica's lap. "Where are Leo and the girls?" I asked, trying my best not to let them show the embarrassment I knew they were going for with their teasing. "Aria and India were going to fuck, and invited Leo to watch," Dani smirked. "So I assume he's in there either jerking off, or fucking." "I don't need to picture that," Erica rolled her eyes. I stepped over and kissed Vanessa as she leaned her head back and reached up to hug me around the neck. Then I slipped around the circle to Ivy and Erica and kissed both of them. Dani opened her arms to me as well, so I hugged her and she kissed my cheek. "Congrats," she said as I pulled away. "Pops." "Oh, God," I groaned and looked at Erica. "You told them?" "Was I supposed to keep it a secret?" she countered. "I needed to talk it out with someone." Vanessa had stood from her chair and gestured for me to take her seat and went inside the RV, coming back out with some more beers. She passed them around and then sat on my lap similar to the way Ivy was with Erica. We sat that way for a while talking as the night sky played out above us. I'd always loved looking up at the sky out on the property, away from any major sources of light pollution. Now spotlights were lighting up the construction area a hundred yards away, where men and women were working through the night. The view was dimmed, and I wondered if it would ever be as clear again as it had been a month ago. Dani slipped off to bed first, and Vanessa grumbled that she had to be up in the morning for work so the rest of us went quickly. We never had discussed the sleeping arrangements, so I ended up sleeping next to Kyla, with Erica pressing her back to my side and holding my arm under her and around her stomach, with Vanessa spooning up to her and Ivy on the end on her back, snuggled partially under Vanessa. I knocked on the door and set the two big brown paper bags down on the stoop and backed away. The house wasn't 'old' per se, located in a neighborhood that had been developed almost twenty-five years ago, and hadn't been updated since it was first built. To be fair, there hadn't ever exactly been a housing boom in the area, so other than the one-off builds it was probably one of the newest places around. The inner front door opened and Mary looked out cautiously, then in surprise as she saw me. She hadn't texted me like I'd asked her to, and it had almost been a week since I'd seen her in the parking lot at the grocery store. She looked a little better, though not by much, and I wondered how far she'd been able to stretch that $70 I'd been able to give her then. "Harri?" she asked in surprise. "Hey, Mary," I said with a little wave. "How did you; Is this;?" "It wasn't that hard, Mary," I said. "I just made a couple of calls. You never texted me." "I know, I,” she hesitated, and then hung her head. "I was so embarrassed." "You don't need to be," I told her. "You're in a tough spot, and I'm not. I want to help out." "Mom? Who's at the door?" came a little voice from inside. A boy poked his head around Mary's hip, looking cute and curious. "It's an old friend of Mommies," Mary said. "He's just here to say hello." "Hey there buddy," I said, smiling as I pulled my mask down and waved, then let the mask snap back up and played like it had rocked me. The kid giggled. "My name is Harrison, but everyone calls me Harri on account of my big beard and hair." "That's a funny name," the kid said. "If you got rid of your beard, what would they call you?" "Hmm, that's a good question!" I said. "I don't know. Maybe you should ask your Mom, she knew me when I didn't have a beard." "We still called him Harri, baby," Mary said, smiling down at the boy and running her fingers through his hair. The kid had keen eyes and noticed the bags on the stoop and the food inside. "Is that for us?" "It is, kiddo," I said. "Could you help your Mom get it inside?" "Sure!" he said. Mary sighed and opened the screen door for him, and the kid came out in his socks and hefted up one of the bags and started carrying it in. "Harri, you don't need to,” "I made sure there are some snacks for the kids in there," I said, pretending like she hadn't been talking. "I know they aren't nutritious, but I figured you can bribe some good behavior for some Oreos and stuff every once in a while. There's also a bottle of merlot in that other one there, so you may not want the kiddo to lift it. He's a cute kid, by the way. I've got an order in down at the butcher's that I'm supposed to pick up tomorrow, so I'll be by sometime tomorrow afternoon with some meat for you guys too. Maybe I can meet your little girl then? Charlie, right?" Mary looked like she was about to cry, and I didn't want to push her over the edge so I tried to make it all like it wasn't a big deal. "Alright, Mary. See you tomorrow. Let me know if you need anything specific and I'll see what I can do, alright? Tell the kiddo not to eat all the gummy worms at once." I was halfway down the driveway to my truck when the screen door opened again. "Harri," Mary called. I looked back and she was standing on the porch, looking at me with tears brimming in her eyes and a happy frown on her face. From this distance, without a mask, I could still see her as the little button-nosed cheerleader I'd known. "Thank you." I just winked and waved, heading back to my truck. "That was really kind of you," Kyla said as I got in. "It's nothing," I said. "I knew her in high school and her husband's been missing for a while." Kyla took one of my hands from the steering wheel and wrapped her fingers in mine, looking at it. The casual intimacy was still new; the first couple days after her imprinting had been us feeling each other out, and her getting comfortable with the general openness to sex that was our new life. I'd made it a point to spend time with her, both sexually and non-sexually, each day and we were slowly starting to find a soft groove. "That's still kindness, Harri," she said. "You're sure she needs it? I don't want to see you getting taken advantage of." "I'm sure," I said. "Okay," Kyla nodded. "Then we'll help her. Now, let's continue this tour. I want to know everything I can about this little podunk, backwoods town I've been shipped off to." "Well, the first thing you should know is that I'm pretty sure it isn't big enough to be considered a town. Maybe a village?" "Oh, God," she laughed. "Not if you consider all the construction workers moving in." "True. I bet we're close to half-againing the local population at this point. Vanessa said we'll hit a thousand by the end of the week." "With that many," Kyla said. "We should have our house in, what, a few months?" "No idea," I said. "No fucking idea." "Fuck, it's already June," I groaned. It was hot as balls and I was regretting putting on my 'go out into the world' getup. "How did you miss the 1st?" Erica asked, also done up in her gear. "How did we miss Memorial Day?" I countered. "Oh, shit," Leo said, standing up from where he'd been sitting over near his RV. "You're right, we did miss Memorial Day. Should we do something?" "Like what?" I asked. "We could throw a party," Ivy suggested. "We could all dress up fancy and have a dance?" The surveyors had been needing Leo and me less and less lately and I was starting to get a little twitchy with how little I had to do. Quarantine before all of this really kicked off had been one thing, but now we didn't even have our big wide backyard to ourselves. When Erica had mentioned that she wanted to take a drive into Portland to pick up some things from the tattoo parlor and check her apartment I'd jumped on the chance and we'd made the plan. The girls were already starting to excitedly talk about planning our late Memorial Day celebration as I stretched and sighed, checking my watch. We'd been planning to leave right after lunch and it was already 3pm. Vanessa had taken an extended break since she'd worked late the night before and we'd had some one-on-one fun in the RV, which had been sorely needed for her. Where the rest of us were struggling to find things to keep busy and motivated, the last week had seen more and more responsibility and work landing in Vanessa's lap as the construction crews started to show up and move into the barracks. It meant there was an entirely new crew of cleaners, maintenance workers and delivery people under her supervision along with her 'gorillas.' Not to mention her wrangling of the other foremen and administrators on-site as her father handled the top-end details of the job. Every day it seemed like new equipment and supplies were being delivered and a third barracks was quickly being erected as even more hands were around. But an hour with Vanessa had delayed us, and when I was finally ready to go Dani was busy with Leo over at their place, and since she was coming with us Erica and I had to wait. Then Erica and Kyla were ensconced in a private conversation in our RV when Dani emerged ready to go, so we lost another half hour before the three of us were all finally dressed and prepped to leave. "Okay," I said loudly, trying to cut through the multiple party-related conversations. "We're all agreed we'll do a Memorial Day thing, but we're burning daylight. Erica and Dani, let's go." We took my truck, only needing one vehicle since we weren't hauling a ton of stuff like the last time. As we pulled around the site offices I spotted Vanessa walking with one of the other foremen in conversation and gave her a little double honk. She smiled and waved. Driving down the old driveway path there were now a half dozen wide offshoots winding off into the trees and closer to the highway there were big swathes of ground that had been cleared and were starting to get flattened by scrapers and excavators. Vanessa had mentioned that we'd end up with a couple of strip malls worth of stores to help provide for the eventual community; a convenience store, a clinic, a dentist, that sort of thing. Right at the end of the driveway a guard hut had been erected, little more than a fancy roadside fruit stall that could barely fit two people inside. I pulled up next to it and Erica rolled down the window. "Hey Patrick," I said, waving to the construction worker manning the booth and tracking the ins and outs. "Hey folks," the older guy said with a grin. He was supposed to be on the road crews but had arrived earlier than needed. I'd asked him once if standing in the guard booth all day working a clipboard was boring and he assured me that after three decades manning a 'Slow/Stop' sign in the middle of roads through sun, rain and sleet, the booth and the clipboard were welcome. "We'll be out for a few hours," I said. "Sounds good," he replied and made a note on his clipboard. Then he wiped at his eyes and cleared his throat, blinking. "Y'all didn't say anything about how bad the pollen got up here. I think my allergies are kicking up and I didn't bring any of my meds, I thought the North West was supposed to be wet." "It usually is. We'll pick you something up," Erica offered. "We need to stop at a pharmacy anyways." "We do?" I asked. "We do," Erica said, patting me on the knee. "Hah," Patrick laughed. "And here I thought you was some sort of Big Dog, Harri. But you're as whipped by your women as the rest of us." "See you in a bit, Patrick," I said. He waved us off, then covered his mouth to cough a little. "Poor guy," Dani said. "I'd hate if I had allergies like that." "We'll get him fixed up," I said as I pulled onto the highway and started heading in the direction of Portland. "It's been weirdly dry and hot so I'm betting the dust from the brush cutting is doing it to him." And I didn't think anything more of it. Erica unlocked the metal grate that pulled down over the front of the tattoo parlor and lifted it up on the rollers enough to uncover the door. The good news was that the whole thing with the 'Autonomous Zone' seemed to have burned itself out and Portland was no longer hosting big protests at the moment. The bad news was that only happened after a week of riots and several news-worthy moments of violence and vandalism. Thankfully the parlor wasn't on one of the major routes the riots had travelled down and there didn't seem to be any damage other than sprayed graffiti on the grate and some of the glass windows behind it. I'd pulled my truck right up over the curb and parked us as close as possible. The streets were as empty of people moving around as the last time we'd come into the city, except there was more trash. I'd seen old newsreels of when there had been major strikes in New York City back in the early 80s and it wasn't exactly that bad, but another couple of weeks and it might get there. Someone must have been doing collections, they were just overburdened or understaffed or something. I had to nudge a pile out of the way with the front of my truck to wedge into the open space, but it almost immediately proved worth it as a trio of ambulances came burning down the street with their lights running. If I'd parked on the street one of them would have needed to swerve out of the way and who knew if those extra seconds would be the difference between life or death for someone; not to mention the potential of the ambulance not swerving fast enough and clipping my truck. Inside the tattoo parlor Erica went straight to her bay and started unhooking and gathering her equipment. Dani was looking around at the place, grinning as she examined the wild decor. She would call out questions to Erica, who would tell her who had done what mural, or the brief story behind the broken surfboard hanging from the ceiling and the skateboard deck covered in almost a hundred different signatures. I spotted a photo on the wall and realized it was of Erica and all of her staff at the most recent DragonCon where they had put up a booth and done live tattooing. Erica had said beforehand she thought it might be a waste of time, but the owner of the parlor was a huge nerd and wanted to do it so it was her job to organize. I never had found out how it went, but she looked happy in the photo. I grabbed the frame from the wall and brought it over to her. "Do you want to bring this, too?" I asked. She glanced at it and paused her work, then smiled and hugged me. "That's sweet, Harri. Yes, absolutely." She took the frame and put it in one of the boxes we'd brought for her to carry stuff, then turned to me. "Hey, could you just empty all those drawers there into the boxes? Don't just dump them, but there isn't anything particularly fragile. It's mostly inks and cleaner solutions and stuff." "Sure," I said. "Thanks, babe," she said and kissed my cheek. "Dani and I are just going to slip through to next door." "Oh, God," I groaned. I hadn't realized that was her plan. "Don't worry," she grinned. "It'll all be fun for you, I promise." The owner of the tattoo parlor also owned the sex shop next door and had installed a door between the two since the clientele crossed over fairly consistently. Erica led Dani through the door, opening it with her key, and I could hear them laughing and giggling. By the time I was done with the drawers Erica had pointed out, placing what seemed like hundreds of little vials and bottles of inks and other liquids into the boxes along with some other art supplies, they hadn't come back. I went to the door and opened it, looking in. Erica glanced over, grinning as she held another box and Dani was placing something inside. "You want any porn, babe?" "What do I need porn for?" I asked. "I dunno," she said. "Variety?" "Ooh, this one is called 'Big Black Booties 15,'" Dani said, grabbing a DVD from a nearby shelf and waving it at me. "You don't have that kind of variety yet, Harri." I snorted and shook my head. "I'm perfectly happy with the booties at my disposal, thank you." Dani shrugged and put the DVD in the box. "I'll see if Leo wants it." "Gag!" Erica laughed, making them both start giggling. I had a feeling that was a running joke between them. "How are we paying for this stuff?" I asked. "Everything is turned off and we don't have any cash." "Artie told me I could Venmo him at a 75% discount," Erica said. "Plus anything with an expiry date I could have for free. So we've got a lot of lube now, along with a bunch of penis-shaped candy and some candy underwear." I sighed and shook my head. "Oh my God, we should take her with us," Dani said, pointing up on a high shelf where a creepily lifelike sex doll was sitting. "I think you mean rescue her," Erica said. "Harri, help me get her down." "Really?" I asked. "Yes," they both demanded. When we packed up the truck we had two boxes of Erica's tattoo gear and other possessions from the shop, another full box of Sex Shop stuff, and Dani was sitting in the back next to 'Sexy Susan' who had also happened to get dressed in a sexy nurse costume. They thought it was fucking hilarious, I just thought 'Sexy Susan' was a little creepy. Dani stayed down in the truck, taking the front seat as I pointed out that the 1911 was in its case under the passenger seat if she needed it, while Erica and I headed up to her apartment. The elevator had an 'out of order' sign on it, and Erica had to use her key to the building to get into the stairwell which she said she'd never had to do before. That was an immediate red flag to me, but I kept my cool to try and not worry her. "You know," Erica said as we climbed the stairs. All our sex cardio seemed to be paying off because we weren't puffing from the exertion yet. "You haven't officially asked me to move in yet." "What?' I asked. "Leo and I,” "That wasn't asking me to move in permanently," Erica cut me off. "That was just for quarantine." I rolled my eyes, knowing where she was going with this. At the next floor I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to me, pulling down my mask and hers and kissing her hard and deep. "Erica Lacosta, will you move in with me forever and ever?" I asked her. "Yes," she grinned. "Yes, I will." She kissed me lightly to seal it, then sighed and we raised our masks and started climbing more stairs. "With that out of the way, I should really try and find a way out of my lease. Just because you have money doesn't mean I should be wasting mine on a place I'm not ever planning on moving back into." "I'll help with some research," I said. "I know there's all the clamor about halting eviction notices, but maybe there's something that will help. I could text Miriam, see if Captain Bloomberg knows anything offhand." "Hmm, maybe,” Erica started, but stopped as we reached her floor and found that door locked as well. "What the fuck?" she sighed and unlocked it. "Let me go first," I said. "Why? It's just..." As we entered the corridor Erica trailed off, seeing the tracks of dirty footprints in the hall and the spray paint on the walls. She immediately started to move forward, but I grabbed her arm and stopped her. "Wait," I said. "Look." I pointed at the big circles on the walls next to each door, but she clearly didn't understand what I was pointing out. "Those are FEMA search and rescue marks." Erica blinked once and was obviously unsure of what to say. "Let's just take it slow," I said. We walked down the hallway. Some of the doors were shut, but others looked like they'd been kicked in. "What do they mean?" Erica asked me, looking at the circles and the scribbles of letters and numbers on the walls. Each circle had an X dividing it into four parts, and each quadrant was marked. "The top part is the date the location was searched," I said. "5-24 means it happened May 24th, so a little over a week and a half ago. The left side is who did the search, the numbers are probably a military code for a National Guard unit. If it said PPD that would be the Portland police, or CDC or DEA or whoever. The right side is if there are any hazards." I pointed to one of the doors that were kicked in. "NE means 'No Entry.'" Then I pointed to another. "F/W means there's contaminated food and water." I pointed at another door, this one wasn't kicked in. "A 0 means no hazards. "What are the bottom parts?" Erica asked. I frowned and swallowed. "The crossed 0 means no one found. DB or DOA means dead bodies. LB means live people are, or were, inside." Erica looked at the carnage of the corridor, her eyes scanning the doors of her neighbors as she weighed the number of DBs. There weren't many 0s, but about half of the apartments were labelled LB and hadn't been kicked open. Half. We got to Erica's place around the hall corner, passing the old lady Diane's door. It was kicked in and labelled NE, DB. Erica poked the door with her boot and it swung in. Inside, other than the dirty boot prints, it looked generally neat and tidy... other than the pool of dark something that had dried on the kitchen linoleum. I grabbed Erica and held her as she gasped and her knees went weak. I pulled her away from the door and she saw that her own apartment had also been kicked in, but was labelled 0 hazards and 0 bodies. We went in and she sat down on the couch, burying her head in her hands. Kneeling in front of her, I cradled her head on my shoulder and hugged her tightly as the reality of the world settled on her. She cried, though not as long as she probably needed, as I talked her through what had probably happened. Enough people had gotten sick and called emergency services that they came to do a sweep of the building. They knocked on every door, and anywhere someone didn't answer they kicked it in. Then I assumed they had extracted the bodies. "I need to get out of here," Erica breathed. "Okay," I said. "Do you need me to grab anything? Did we forget anything last time?" "No, nothing," she shook her head. "Just get me out of here." I picked her up and carried her out. Erica wasn't Ivy or Vanessa, or even Kyla. She was a full-figured woman. But I carried her every fucking step, down every stair. She stopped me right at the doors to the building and had me let her down. "I don't want Dani to see me like this," she said. "Why?" I asked. "She would understand." "I know," she said, blinking under her ski goggles. "But if she sees me like this, she'll start thinking about what might be happening back home for her, and she doesn't need that." I held Erica's hand at the door for another minute as she breathed deeply and got control of herself, and finally she smiled at me and it actually travelled up to her eyes. "Thanks, babe," she said. "Love you," I said. "You too," she said and touched her forehead to mine since we were both masked and goggled. "Hey, Charlie," I grinned, waving to the little four-year-old as she sprawled in Mary's arms and waved back with her little grin. "Hi," she chirped. "Okay," Mary said, setting her daughter down. "Scoot, you. Let Mommy talk with Harri for a second. Go see what your brother is doing." "Okay," Charlie said and pounded off in the way only a four-year-old could. "You're looking more like yourself, Mary," I said. I was standing off the porch and we kept the screen door closed, but I had my mask lowered so she could see my face. She smiled softly and shrugged. "I don't feel like it, but thanks." "How are the kids doing?" I asked. "Well, I regret letting them eat sugar again," she smirked a little. "But they're good. Better than me, anyways, though Thomas misses his friends from school and keeps asking when he can go back to class." She laughed and wiped under one eye. "He used to hate going to school every morning, now it's all he wants to do." "We'll get there eventually," I assured her. "What about you? How are you doing?"

A unique herd of cattle are on the market in Tasmania as the current owner wants to ensure the protection of the Shetland cattle.

Who's Your Daddy? Have you ever wondered what kind of breed your dog is? We wondered what breed "Pixel" the Animal Radio Studio Stunt Dog, is. Vet Geneticist Dr. Jenna Dockweiller explains how Doggy DNA tests work, and why some litters have multiple dads. And with her help, we're doing an Embark DNA Breed and Health Test to learn more about Pixel's heritage and health flags. Animal Radio is giving away a free Embark DNA Breed Test. Just email yourvoice@animalradio.com and tell us why you should win the free test, valued at $199. Listen Now Dogtripping Tune in for mystery author David Rosenfelt's hilarious account of a cross-country move from California to Maine with twenty-five dogs. It turned out to be a bigger ordeal than he anticipated, despite the 3 RVs, the extra kibble, volunteers (including a few readers), and camping equipment. Listen Now Dancing with Raccoons Mark "Coonrippy" Brown's YouTube videos have gone viral. He gained fame for a video that featured him and his pet raccoon, Gunshow, dancing to Aretha Franklin. But the increased scrutiny on his lifestyle caused the Tennessee Wildlife Resources Agency to step in and confiscate his newest pet 'coon, Rebekah. Listen Now Cat Burglar Is A Cat The owners of an actual cat burglar are trying to bring an end to their feline companion's "life of petty crime." Richard Windsor and his wife Sophie say their two-year-old tabby Norris has been building quite the collection of stolen goods from their neighbors' homes. Norris supposedly started small by nabbing the occasional dishcloth, but now he's begun swiping bras. Listen Now Kangaroo Censorship An act of Kangaroo censorship has left some people hopping mad. The Mirror says Tourism Australia posted a photo of a Kangaroo named Big Baz on their Facebook page. But since Big Baz was sprawled out on his back in the pic, they chose to keep it PG by pixelating the animal's private parts. The folks at Tourism Australia explained that they were only having a bit of fun, but not everyone thought it was very funny. Listen Now Read more about this week's show.

Nate Fitzgerald, the head of product management for the Enterprise Security Group at Broadcom, said budget pressures will require new cyber approaches.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Continuing our May Madness 3rd Tier Numetal competition...this week we talk about the matchups in the Supercharger conference. Cheers! Instagram: Email:  Voicemail:  267-297-4627 Twitter: Facebook Group: Tim Twitter:  Jay Twitter:  Youtube Channel: Spotify Playlists:  Merch Store:

Constraints breed innovation—and in LATAM, it's become a competitive edge. In this episode of Owning the Outcome, we hear from Cecilia Hayafuji, who saw cracks in the system and built HAL into an elite HubSpot partner agency. From her early days navigating global tech giants to launching her own firm at 50, our guest has lived through every major shift in the industry—and is now leading the charge into AI-powered growth across Latin America. Cecelia shares how constraints shaped strategy, why quality beats scale, and what makes LATAM one of the most fertile grounds for AI adoption today. If you're thinking about building in uncertain times, scaling with precision, or leading through change—this one's for you.

Riwo finishes up Freedom Month talking about a San Diego Public Librarian who stood up for Japanese American children during WW2 interments. Clara Breed sent books, letters, and support to young readers imprisoned in camps — protecting their right to read and reminding them they were not forgotten.

Car Alarm on Van Sessions! Sponsor the program: https://t.ly/KsrVL   Van Sessions is Recorded at The Monarch in Ogden, Utah.   ARTIST | Car Alarm, an Imagine Music Rock Academy Band   FULL SET LIST Song 1 -  Get Bummed Out by Remember Sports COVER Song 2 - Just Like Heaven by The Cure COVER Song 3 - Duvet by bôa COVER Song 4 - Breed by Nirvana COVER Song 5 - Song 2 by Blur COVER   ARTIST LINKS   Imagine Music: http://www.imaginemusicogden.com/   PRESENTING SPONSORS   The Monarch Building: https://themonarchogden.com/ Lucky Slice Pizza: https://www.theluckyslice.com/   GRANTING SPONSOR   Ogden City Arts: https://ogdencity.com/707/Arts   CREDITS   Producer / Host: R. Brandon Long, The Banyan Collective Bookings: Todd Oberndorfer, todd@thebanyancollective.com Audio Mix: Scott Rogers, The Proper Way https://theproperwayband.com/studio DOP: Dixon Stoddard, https://www.instagram.com/studios_d21/ Photography: Avery Atkinson: https://www.instagram.com/avery_atkinson_/   FOLLOW // SUBSCRIBE   Van Sessions Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/vansessions/ Van Sessions Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/thevansessions Van Sessions YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@vansessionspod   Tip Jar:  https://www.buymeacoffee.com/banyanmedia   The drive behind Van Sessions is to create a music discovery community for Northern Utah musicians to share their work, refine their craft, and network with other artists.   Van Sessions helps support local musicians, photographers, and videographers through our project. Show your support for local artists by subscribing to Van Sessions on YouTube @vansessionspod or search "Van Sessions Podcast" on your favorite podcast platform.   Join us live at the Monarch in Ogden every First Friday to be a part of the free concert and video podcast recording.   Bookings: todd@thebanyancollective.com

Car Alarm on Van Sessions! Sponsor the program: https://t.ly/KsrVL   Van Sessions is Recorded at The Monarch in Ogden, Utah.   ARTIST | Car Alarm, an Imagine Music Rock Academy Band   FULL SET LIST Song 1 -  Get Bummed Out by Remember Sports COVER Song 2 - Just Like Heaven by The Cure COVER Song 3 - Duvet by bôa COVER Song 4 - Breed by Nirvana COVER Song 5 - Song 2 by Blur COVER   ARTIST LINKS   Imagine Music: http://www.imaginemusicogden.com/   PRESENTING SPONSORS   The Monarch Building: https://themonarchogden.com/ Lucky Slice Pizza: https://www.theluckyslice.com/   GRANTING SPONSOR   Ogden City Arts: https://ogdencity.com/707/Arts   CREDITS   Producer / Host: R. Brandon Long, The Banyan Collective Bookings: Todd Oberndorfer, todd@thebanyancollective.com Audio Mix: Scott Rogers, The Proper Way https://theproperwayband.com/studio DOP: Dixon Stoddard, https://www.instagram.com/studios_d21/ Photography: Avery Atkinson: https://www.instagram.com/avery_atkinson_/   FOLLOW // SUBSCRIBE   Van Sessions Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/vansessions/ Van Sessions Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/thevansessions Van Sessions YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@vansessionspod   Tip Jar:  https://www.buymeacoffee.com/banyanmedia   The drive behind Van Sessions is to create a music discovery community for Northern Utah musicians to share their work, refine their craft, and network with other artists.   Van Sessions helps support local musicians, photographers, and videographers through our project. Show your support for local artists by subscribing to Van Sessions on YouTube @vansessionspod or search "Van Sessions Podcast" on your favorite podcast platform.   Join us live at the Monarch in Ogden every First Friday to be a part of the free concert and video podcast recording.   Bookings: todd@thebanyancollective.com

Introducing the NuBreed 3rd Wave Numetal May Madness bracket! We created a competition amongst various 3rd-wave numetal bands, pitting them against each other for the title of 3rd Wave Numetal Champion, and this week we're reviewing our picks for the Indigo Ranch bracket....do you agree with our picks or not? Cheers! Instagram: Email:  Voicemail:  267-297-4627 Twitter: Facebook Group: Tim Twitter:  Jay Twitter:  Youtube Channel: Spotify Playlists:  Merch Store:  

Are you ready to make more confident bull-buying decisions that truly move your ranch forward? In this episode, Shaye Wanner visits with Marty Ropp of Allied Genetic Resources to discuss how commercial cow-calf producers can leverage genomics through the Right Bull program to select bulls that align with their goals and cows. Marty shares how precision mating, large-effect genes, and genomic compatibility are revolutionizing herd improvement—saving time, reducing risk, and increasing uniformity and profitability. Whether you're buying one bull or managing hundreds, this episode will help you understand how to turn genetics into ROI. What You'll Learn: The biggest risks and missed opportunities in bull selection How the Right Bull program matches bulls to your cow herd What “large-effect genes” are and why they matter How both small and large producers can benefit What it costs to get started—and why it pays off Timestamps: 00:00 – Intro & Marty Ropp's background 01:45 – Why Marty bet on the beef industry 03:50 – Top risks in bull selection 05:30 – Defining goals for genetic selection 06:40 – How the Right Bull program works 11:20 – What large-effect genes mean for your herd 13:30 – Example of bull ranking and results 17:35 – How Right Bull is different from other programs 19:30 – Costs and return on investment 23:30 – Seedstock provider involvement and response 26:30 – Who this program is best suited for 28:15 – Breed flexibility & customization 31:45 – Marty's reflections on his early career 33:10 – Final thoughts & how to connect

We've done the Big 4 of Numetal, but what about metalcore? Who goes on THAT version of Mt. Rushmore? Listen in this week as we sort it out...would you pick the same 4? Cheers! Instagram: Email:  Voicemail:  267-297-4627 Twitter: Facebook Group: Tim Twitter:  Jay Twitter:  Youtube Channel: Spotify Playlists:  Merch Store:    

How much can a dog's breed really tell you? In this episode of Enrichment for the Real World, illustrator and author Lili Chin (she/her) returns to talk about her newest book, Dogs of the World: A Gallery of Pups from Purebreds to Mutts. You probably know Lili from her beloved body language infographics and viral artwork, and now she's helping us better understand the complex, fluid, and very human world of breed identity.Listen as Lili and Emily dive into why “solo dog” is a better term than “dog aggressive,” how breed traits reflect more about human ideals than actual dogs, and why terms like “pariah” and “primitive” might not mean what you think. Blending thoughtful art with a global perspective, this episode invites us to rethink breed labels and focus on what really matters: the individuality of every dog.TLDL (too long, didn't listen):1️⃣ Breed ≠ Personality – A dog's breed can't predict everything about them. Breed ideals reflect human expectations more than canine realities, and every dog is an individual shaped by context, not just genetics.2️⃣ Language Matters – Terms like “solo dog” instead of “aggressive,” and carefully choosing breed labels, can reduce harm and better reflect reality. Lili's work challenges us to use language that is inclusive, accurate, and respectful.3️⃣ A Broader View of Breeds – Lili breaks down the variety of dog types, like purebreds, landraces, and free-ranging dogs, and explains how understanding this spectrum can deepen our appreciation for dogs in all contexts.Links & Resources from the Episode

This week we go in on one of our favorite albums, Vision of Disorder's self-titled major label debut. And to do this, we reached out to our Long Island correspondents Rob and Corey who were at ground zero when this band became a thing. We go down some great LIHC rabbit holes, and cover a ton of ground...cheers! Instagram: Email:  Voicemail:  267-297-4627 Twitter: Facebook Group: Tim Twitter:  Jay Twitter:  Youtube Channel: Spotify Playlists:  Merch Store:

In this episode, I speak with Jonathan Kemmerer and Laura Jensen from the American Meishan Breeders Association on why the Meishan breed is so desirable. For more information on the breed check out: Website: https://www.meishanbreeders.com/ Podcast: https://creators.spotify.com/pod/profile/the-meishan-pigcast/episodes/Best-Breeding-Practices-for-the-Meishan-Pig-e2ugti5 Youtube Channel: https://www.youtube.com/@americanmeishanbreedersass8952 SPONSOR: The 2nd Annual Homesteading-ish Conference https://homesteading-ish.com/ Also, join us for discussion of all things pastured pig on our new facebook group, The Pastured Pig. https://www.facebook.com/groups/thepasturedpig Please consider supporting us on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/thepasturedpig If you would like to know more about us here at Red Tool House Farm or would like to suggest topics for future episodes, visit us at: https://thepasturedpig.com/podcast/

What do Silicon Valley billionaires, religious parents of six, and eugenics-curious biotech founders have in common? Welcome to the world of pronatalism—a growing movement that aims to solve the so-called population crisis by making more babies.We follow the unlikely alliance between tech futurists and traditional conservatives who think it's their duty to repopulate the Earth—with intelligence, ambition, and carefully screened DNA. Many believe our economic future is at stake without more humans.“If you think of government as a business, then babies are its future customers,” said Patri Friedman, grandson of the economist Milton Friedman. This week on Reveal, we go inside NatalCon, a gathering where embryo optimization meets Old Testament values. From Elon Musk's fertility tweets to startup founders planning five-child families like product launches, this isn't just about babies—it's about engineering civilization. But in some corners of the movement, a darker theme emerges: Who's deemed fit to reproduce, and who's left out? We also talk with the Reverend Rob Schenck, a former leader in the Christian nationalist movement, about his multidecade plan to repeal abortion rights and push the American government to the right. Support Reveal's journalism at Revealnews.org/donatenow Subscribe to our weekly newsletter to get the scoop on new episodes at Revealnews.org/newsletter Connect with us onBluesky, Facebook and Instagram Learn about your ad choices: dovetail.prx.org/ad-choices

In this week's Grow Guides, we take a deep dive into cannabis breeding, perfect for growers who want to start making their own seeds or stabilising their favourite traits. We explain everything you need to know to get started with breeding at home, including: Why cannabis breeding is useful for personal grows How to select male and female plants for desired traits How to control pollination and avoid accidental seeding Tips on stabilising genetics over multiple generations The basics of creating your own custom strains What to watch out for when breeding, including hermies and weak genetics Whether you're trying to preserve a rare phenotype or create something completely new, this episode will help you get started on the right foot. Join us as we break it all down in true High on Home Grown style! If you have any questions you'd like us to answer in next week's episode, reach out to us through your favourite social network, join our Discord server, or visit Percy's Grow Room for more. Links are available on our website—don't miss out! Website: https://highonhomegrown.com Discord: https://discord.gg/sqYGkF4xyQ Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/highonhomegrown Thank you for downloading and listening to our cannabis podcast! I hope you have enjoyed this episode.

Here we are, midway through 2025, and what started off as a slow year has turned up the heat in the past few months. This week we sit down to answer the question "If the year ended now, what would our top picks be?"...Cheers! Instagram: Email:  Voicemail:  267-297-4627 Twitter: Facebook Group: Tim Twitter:  Jay Twitter:  Youtube Channel: Spotify Playlists:  Merch Store:

In the news, a Heroic big rescue mutt dog keeps a bear away from an 18 year old girl . Thieves steal expensive puppies by faking a seizure in Denver. Deborah gives listeners the Breed profiles of Pointers & Giant Schnauzers. Does Deb's border collie training customer have a shoe fetish or OCD? Want to see newborn puppies nursing and dreaming? How about pups the first day they open their eyes or take their first steps? How do you tell the boys from the girls? Please subscribe so you don't miss a day from the very first day of these 9 pups growing and changing until they go to their forever families at 8 weeks. EPISODE NOTES: From Hero Dogs to Puppy Thieves: Tales That Bark BackBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/animal-party-dog-cat-news-animal-facts--6666735/support.

This week we sit down with our favorite guest, Adam Easterling from Orthodox, to talk about their amazing new album, A Door Left Open. Please, if you consider yourself a fan of ours, go out and pick up a cd/tshirt, stream the album, and most importantly, catch them on their upcoming tour. We guarantee you'll enjoy it or we'll refund your money ourselves!

Teenagers and their BIG FEELINGS. From sky-high highs to dramatic lows, it's all actually pretty normal. Being self-focused is part of their job right now — it's how they're wired. But that doesn't mean we can't help them process and release those emotions in healthier ways. Sometimes they just need permission to feel without being told there's a problem. Teenagers are a different breed, in the best way possible.Want our podcasts sent straight to your phone? Text us the word "Podcast" to +1 (917) 540-8715 and we'll text you the new episodes when they're released!Tune in for new Cat & Nat Unfiltered episodes every Monday, Tuesday, Thursday and Friday!Follow @catandnatunfiltered on Instagram: https://instagram.com/catandnatunfilteredOur new book "Mom Secrets" is now available! Head to www.catandnat.ca/book to grab your autographed copy! Come see us LIVE on tour!! To see a full list of cities and dates, go to https://catandnattour.com.Are you a parent that is struggling understanding the online world, setting healthy screen-time limits, or navigating harmful online content? Purchase screen sense for $49.99 & unlock Cat & Nat's ultimate guide to parenting in the digital age. Go to https://www.thecommonparent.com/guideFollow our parenting platform - The Common Parent - over on Instagram: https://instagram.com/thecommonparentMake sure you subscribe to our YouTube channel: https://bitly.com/catnatyoutubeCheck out our Amazon Lives here: https://bitly.com/catnatamazonliveOrder TAYLIVI here: https://taylivi.comGet personalized videos from us on Cameo: https://cameo.com/catandnatCome hang with us over on https://instagram.com/catandnat all day long.And follow us on https://tiktok.com/@catandnatofficial! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

We're all very excited to play with our Magic Baby Mario Egg machines. But first we gotta answer some questions about karate peer pressure, bird perverts, and why Justin has Green Day stuck on his screen.Suggested talking points: Baby Under Baby, Blessed are the Speedy, The Donut is the Glottis, Birds are Easy to Lie About, Don't Doxx DaddyTransgender Law Center: https://transgenderlawcenter.org/