Tethering: What Knot To Do

Lately I’ve been spotting too many inelegantly-knotted tethers on the end of boisterous dogs. Bad knots either come loose too easily (defeating their purpose) or are too fiddly to untie in an emergency (and everything is a potential emergency through these vet-eyes…soz).

So! If you ever find yourself in a position where you:

  1. Are fit to deem it useful, beneficial, kind and safe, to tether a creature* or non-creature;

  2. Happen to have some good lead or rope on hand, already comfortably and securely attached to the creature;

  3. Need a trusty knot that can also get you out of strife in a jiffy, then…

You want something that is reliably strong, and reliably reversible.

And the Quick Release Knot is your friend.

*Here, I must stress: to be ‘the tetherer’ is a rather odd power and a privilege that we humans have—please wield responsibly, with creature’s best interest at heart. Here are some guidelines for tethering by the RSPCA and Australian Veterinary Association.

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Selfie No. 402

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Clutching, looking down, posing, taking, checking, archiving to Outfits Folder. ✌🏼

This has turned into an unintended ritual, performed on the daily without any personal growth or end-goal in mind. It’s an infinite game between just myself and my ego—giving each other hat tips in unison. A quiet moment of appreciation, at least of ‘good enough’. Sometimes a final nod to solitude, before heading out into the world.

Mirrors and selfies are co-evolving and producing apparently ‘1000 selfies per 10 seconds’ at the time of writing. And still, it remains such a novel thing to see the shape of your own self in the mirror, presented as a single individual amidst the 1000 per 10. One version of a self, out of so many possible selves.

To be missed is to be flattered

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So, what did you miss about me?

Instead of answering the question, I drew this. Much of love in the modern day = attention. Does this kind of attention count as love? Even when you are objectifying your love and focusing on his line-work equivalents, nose deep in notebook, rather than attention on the actual-him? At the very least, my real-time neglect has meant that I can repeatedly return to this reminder of the moment and dwell on that kind of love.