"But, OPAR (ITunes)? Am I missing out on something here? Is Richard in a rock band?"

Objectivism The Philosophy of Ayn Rand by Leonard Peikoff is now on ITunes.
I just made note of that to indicate I do not have the book for reference.

As for Richard being in a rock band... I have no idea but the thought intrigues me.

My new puppie (mongrel cross between a silky terrier, toypom and maltese poodle) disappeared last night for a couple of hours and nearly broke my heart...it felt like I had lost one of my kids.

Just a reminder of how we love the primary virtues most dogs display...courage, benevolence, innocence, loyalty and gratitude.

I admit that reason is a small and feeble flame, a flickering torch by stumblers carried in the starless night, -- blown and flared by passion's storm, -- and yet, it is the only light. Extinguish that, and nought remains.- - Robert Green Ingersoll

... (and that it's Hume's fault Sad ) and Richard Goode pops into my head. I had just started OPAR (ITunes) and I think it's in part 2 that he talks about
animals and how their 'is to oughts' are based on pain and pleasure principals.

That's slippery slope stuff: probably someone in here will have a self help program that could help you with this sort of thing should you ever suffer relapse.

But, OPAR (ITunes)? Am I missing out on something here? Is Richard in a rock band?

Back to sanity and dogs. The dumbest thing we ever did was with our Great Dane before the current one, Kristy. At thirteen, great old age for a Dane, she had a some sort of serious problem so we took her straight to the vet who said she had had a stroke, and the kindest thing would be to put her down. Because we always have our dogs euthanised at home where they are in familiar surroundings we asked that the vet give her drugs to make her comfortable, then come to our home the next day. So, we essentially sat looking at Kristy on her couch for twenty four hours waiting, gave her the last supper (which she couldn't eat), etc, etc. Pauline was a blithering wreck by the time the vet finally got there.

Will never do that again.

for your thoughts and kindness... it means plenty coming from you all.

The hardest part was giving the cue for the shot - took only 35 seconds from that point. That certainly was a kicking reminder to live each day as if it's your last. Which brings to mind one night, I am outside the hospital having a cigarette and scheming of a way to get Ida to eat. She had not eaten in many days. A nurse comes outside to tell me that dogs can lose their 'instinct' to eat (and that it's Hume's fault ) and Richard Goode pops into my head. I had just started OPAR (ITunes) and I think it's in part 2 that he talks about
animals and how their 'is to oughts' are based on pain and pleasure principals. Anyway... nothing like a newfie to bring Hume clarity.

Mark
[Although you know how heartless the average Objectivist is about animals, so they're chortling at us, but 'we' know better ]

Well I am pleased these fellow dog lovers aren't the average objectivist

Liz

I know exactly how you feel. The pain gets easier over time, but the memories will never leave you.

Your best mates contribute greatly to your life.

I know that loss -- last year, Holly and I lost our Boston Terrier, Marcus Antonius, the best little buddy a guy could have. Holly and Cleopatra, our Shiba of the same age, are still desolate, but the two new pups, Phoebus and Antonia, are expert tear-lickers-awayers.

When you're ready, it's worth a try.

Hang in there.

Dogs are wonderful friends. Sorry for your loss, Liz.

Scott DeSalvo

Quidquid latine dictum sit, altum viditur!

A pity Liz, she was a nice looking dog.

We keep Great Danes (not the cartoon variety of the other thread), so that 'time' unfortunately comes round about every nine or ten years: I hate it. Our current Dane turned ten last week, but seems to have gained a second wind since we moved to the seaside. Where I walk her along the cliffs, here, most days I meet a Newfoundland called Hamish, a grumpy old sod, who always meets me ahead of his owner, but I've learnt if I make a fuss of him before Taylor (who always ambles way behind me) gets to us he is fine.

Where I walk I meet about seven different dogs over a week: know all of them by name, wouldn't have a clue what the owners' names are. The five o'clock walk is always my sanity break from the phone, and from humans, and now on SOLO, so nice to talk dogs amidst all the other threads. [Although you know how heartless the average Objectivist is about animals, so they're chortling at us, but 'we' know better ]