Have you ever bought a car, and suddenly noticed that nearly every car you see is the same colour and style? Or, if you are pregnant, have you been surprised to see that it seems that everybody else is pregnant as well?
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Roxanne Tellier – The Frequency Illusion
Posted in COVID 19, Family, Health, life, Opinion, Review with tags Baader-Meinhof phenomenon, Baby Boomers, Cats, comfort, confirmation bias, Covid, Cuddle Bug, DBAWIS, Dogs, Facebook, freecycle, Pets, Roxanne Tellier, segarini, selective attention, Seniors, the frequency illusion on December 5, 2021 by segariniRoxanne Tellier: Mourning Gizmo
Posted in Opinion with tags DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Gizmo, Jade (the cat), Pets, Roxanne Tellier, Shawn, Toronto on July 14, 2013 by segariniI freely admit that I am a crazy pet person. I love animals, respect them, honour them, and hope I understand a little of what they are unable to tell me in words. Their eyes, their little furry faces, their body language; these are the ways humans commune with animals.
Our sweet friend, Gizmo, lost his battle with heart failure this week. A little dog, with a heart so big, his passing continues to impact on all who had the pleasure of his acquaintance.
Roxanne Tellier: Pet Sounds
Posted in Opinion with tags Annie Lennox, Big Mama Thornton, Cat Stevens, Cats, David Bowie, DBAWIS, Dogs, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Elvis Presley, Freddie Mercury, Gilbert O’Sullivan, Harry Nilsson, Henry Gross, Iggy Pop, Jane Siberry, Joe Cocker, Johnny Cash, Led Zeppelin, Lobo, music, Nelly Furtado, Norah Jones, Patti Page, Patty Griffin, Pets, Pink Floyd, Records, Roxanne Tellier, The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, The Shaggs, The Stooges, Tom Waits on March 24, 2013 by segarini“The Internet is a lot like ancient Egypt: people writing on walls and worshipping cats.” Cats, kittens, dogs, puppies, horses, hedgehogs … you name it. The supply of animal pictures seems to be limitless. And nothing can draw an “awww” out of even the most hardened grouch’s mouth quicker than the sight of a tiny, helpless, pink-mouthed baby anything. We are helpless before their innocent charms.