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Not just dogs. A lot apes and primates can be the same. I remember Robert Sapolsky, a primatolgist and a neuroscientist say that if you live with gorillas in their natural habitat for a few years, you might become calm as a zen buddhist monk. Personally, I find elephants to be amazing.
On the other hand I once watched a group of juvenile chimpanzees in a zoo enclosure hanging out near a pair of double doors sunk into the hillside like an old-fashioned wine cellar, which I assume was the keeper’s entrance. One of them, running laps around the door up and down the hill in a style I can only describe as zoomies was yelling like mad until when coming around, down the slope, he reached into the lap of another fellow who was sitting one leg over the side wall on the concrete. At the same moment he pivoted, lept over the wall and swung the way a child might around the end of a hand-rail, from a fistful of cock and balls. In the process, he sent the poor bastard he had ahold of head over ass into the void only to faceplant howling in the dirt while the onlookers guffawed as though it was a scene straight out of Jackass.
Dogs.
They’re the kind of people people should be.
I do my best, but people always get upset when I greet them by sniffing their butt. 🤷🏻♂️
<sniff><Sniff>
I get it, I’m bleeding. Why you gotta call me out every time?
Not just dogs. A lot apes and primates can be the same. I remember Robert Sapolsky, a primatolgist and a neuroscientist say that if you live with gorillas in their natural habitat for a few years, you might become calm as a zen buddhist monk. Personally, I find elephants to be amazing.
On the other hand I once watched a group of juvenile chimpanzees in a zoo enclosure hanging out near a pair of double doors sunk into the hillside like an old-fashioned wine cellar, which I assume was the keeper’s entrance. One of them, running laps around the door up and down the hill in a style I can only describe as zoomies was yelling like mad until when coming around, down the slope, he reached into the lap of another fellow who was sitting one leg over the side wall on the concrete. At the same moment he pivoted, lept over the wall and swung the way a child might around the end of a hand-rail, from a fistful of cock and balls. In the process, he sent the poor bastard he had ahold of head over ass into the void only to faceplant howling in the dirt while the onlookers guffawed as though it was a scene straight out of Jackass.
The duality of monke
Relatable
“because chickens are decent people.”
These two look like someone’s sweet old grandparents doting on a kid.