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Wednesday, 27 January 2016

In Defence of Dogs by John Bradshaw




















I’ve always wondered whenever a new scientific study crops up in the news about dogs whether the scientists involved just spend their working days just playing with dogs. Then I rethink my life choices.

The conclusion after reading In Defence of Dogs by John Bradshaw, is yes the scientists who conduct such studies entitled “Can dogs read human emotions?” do spend their waking hours with man’s (or woman’s) best friend. In Chapter Seven alone Bradshaw describes at least twenty separate case studies, a couple including litters of puppies.

While the scientists have to remain objective watching collies, springers and spaniels work out contraptions with levers and pullies and quantifying how tug-of-war games occur, my brain would explode with the urge to cuddle them all. Then I conclude that my life is better spent watching funny dog videos and walking my Labrador.

In Defence of Dogs succeeds in what it aims to do: dispel the myths surrounding the origins of our favourite companions and dismiss harmful training methods which are grounded in those myths.

The domestic dog is not…not, Bradshaw repeats, the ancestor of the modern day wolf. This assumption has led to the prevalent theory of the “top dog” and that your pet dog seeks to take control of your household. The training principles that follow this premise can cause anxiety and hinder Bradshaw’s own hypothesis, that your dog sees you, its owner, as its family.

There were parts of the book which had me nodding in heavy agreement. In particular, the sentence that dogs are “expected to be simultaneously better behaved than the average human child and as self-reliant as an adult”. The idea of punishment as a method of training is done away with as well as my own personal favourite, “shock-collars”.

The letter I have included at the beginning of this review mentions “devices on the market that can be used to silence a dog.”  I acquired this letter from a previous job at a newspaper. It is a Letter to the Editor from one reader who did not want to have their name published in the paper. As a consequence his vent about his neighbour’s “pampered brutes” could not be published. Instead it has served as a suitable bookmark for this book.

On page 118 Bradshaw refers to one such device arguing that it will result in aggressive behaviour which could lead to euthanasia. The noisy neighbour’s dog is suffering from ‘separation anxiety’, a condition which is explained in the case of Bruno, an emotionally dependent Labrador on page 164.

As a dog lover I was promised I would love this book and I do, mainly because it allows me to have an informed opinion when defending the honour of my pampered brute and it is written by a scientist who I can tell was fighting the urge to play with his furry workmates.


Sunday, 10 January 2016

The Dressmaker by Rosalie Ham

A quarter of the way through The Dressmarker by Rosalie Ham, I was reminded of a scene in Sex in the City. Carrie is dating Aleksandr Petrovsky, the pompous artist who whisks her away to Paris in the final series. He reads her some Russian poetry (Joseph Brodsky) and in true city-girl” fashion Carrie responds by reading an article in Vogue

Oscar de La Renta sleeveless silk full skirted dress with black patent leather bow belt.”

“Now that”, she finishes “is pure poetry…

In The Dressmaker Rosalie Ham supplies poetry for the fashion-magazine reader who also likes some scandalous gossip on the side. The pages swish through “frosty-ice green tulle skirt[s]”, “magenta silk organza” Dior copies and my particular favourite “a white silk satin jumpsuit with frock printed roses”. The chapters are labelled with matching fabrics: “Felt”, “Shantung”, “Brocade” and even the landscapes “curve” and lean “provocatively”.

The story, as opposed Sex and the City’s glamorised Big Apple setting, takes place in set in rural Australia, in the small town Dungatar. 

Myrtle Dunnage, a young woman, returns to the town after being forced to leave when she was ten. Tilly, as Myrtle is now known by, has come back to look over her frail mother, the town outcast. While fending off busybodies and gossips Tilly wows the locals with her dressmaking skills.

The book is the perfect glossy mag. Rumour and dirty laundry laid up next to a description of a designer copy – available at an affordable price.

Although it sometimes feels like the plot hemlines are unfinished and the details are not up to scratch, the story is what it should be, just a bit of harmless fun and escapism.
 

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