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This three-legged decorated war hero had one leg lost to surgery after taking four rounds from an AK-47.

Bad. Mother. Fucker.


Those eyes say “Pretend to throw the tennis ball. I dare you to only pretend.”

I think those eyes say a lot more than that. He’s seen more than I ever will, done more than I’ll ever do, and his war will never be over.

He’s got Ranger scrolls on his collar. That dog is a god damn hero.

I just noticed the Purple Heart and that Scroll.
Wow. Just wow. 
The picture alone, in all it’s detail says a lot of things. god damn.

I can’t not reblog this dog… his you
Eyes say so much

I’ve never seen a dog with such a face like that. Like an old man who went to war and if you ask him about he just stiffens up and face turns to stone. 

Layka is a lady dog. Let’s remember that.

Now, it’s an understandable problem - our socialization instantly encourages us to see this rugged, sleek, military animal as a male. Three-legged hero dog with military decorations and stern-appearing eyes? TOTALLY A DUDE DOG, JUST LOOK AT HIM. It’s a programmed response, and nothing to be ashamed of - let’s just be accurate and note that Layka’s a female.

I’ve highlighted all the reblogs above where Layka is described as a hero, an old man, with male pronouns - rather than the fierce, charming heroine she is. It’s kind of a teachable moment: how does an image of an animal, displaying absolutely no secondary sex characteristics, instantly give us these fictional headcanons about its gender and gender performance? It’s an impressive demonstration of our ability to translate body language.

The photographer who took this compelling shot noted that Layka’s playful, bouncy energy made it nearly impossible for him to get a shot with her mouth closed! He ended up having to stop using the tennis ball he was using to get her attention, because it made her too excited and smiley. Based on the photos below, I think she’d have quite a sense of humor about the “where’s the tennis ball?” game!

Layka is so smiley in person that the photographer struggled to get her to pose "seriously."

Of course, the photographer did end up connecting with a fundamental aspect of Layka’s nature in the cover photo; her serious, soldier side. But that’s not all the animal is. Does the dog in the unused shots still resemble an “old man?” Is the dog in the unused shots male or female? Is it still a hero with its tongue out? Is it still admirable without a “face like stone?”

This is what I mean when I say that we have to examine the lenses of culture and society that we are always, always looking through when we talk about science biology.

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Last summer, while visiting home, we pulled over on the side of a very busy highway so I could take this photo. The small painting is a familiar sight for many folk who have traveled over Kellys Mountain (Cape Breton Island). 
I have clear memories of the many road trips we made as a family between Sydney and Ingonish. My siblings and I would watch for the portrait with anticipation as we started the climb up the mountain from the backseat of the family car (where we sang along to The Rankin Family of course). 
Last spring my photograph along with 4 others hung at Java Blend Cafe in the North End of Halifax. I was contacted by a man named Neil who told me his mom had painted the portrait. Through email he told me this story,
Mom first painted this back in 1981 I think, on one of my parents many trips to their summer cabin in River Denys. That cabin also used to have paintings on it as well. She had her paints, ladder and brushes, she found the image on the back of a magazine I think and used that as a model for Kelly. 
She painted to the many horns or cars and trucks as well as people yelling things good and bad. Some people thought it was great, others thought she was defacing the rocks. Sometime after that, not sure how many years, but the department of highways sand blasted all the graffiti from the rocks including Mom’s painting. I guess there were complaints on the morning talk show after they sand blasted the painting, so she went back up and put the painting back on. Now I’m not sure what year that was, but it’s been there ever since. 
She would touch up the painting most summers and cover up anything anyone painted on Kelly. One summer it was so hot, someone painted a pair of sunglasses on him, funny. When she passed 2 years ago, my sisters, Brother, Dad and nieces when up to touch up the painting. One niece did the majority of the touch up, seems to display artistic talent as well. I had the Plaque made that summer and stuck it to the wall.
For everyone else, who can not stop (probably not recommended) the plaque reads:
Kelly
Painted by Vinetta Colosimo
Dominion, NS, 1934-2012
 
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christinaarsenault:

Last summer, while visiting home, we pulled over on the side of a very busy highway so I could take this photo. The small painting is a familiar sight for many folk who have traveled over Kellys Mountain (Cape Breton Island). 

I have clear memories of the many road trips we made as a family between Sydney and Ingonish. My siblings and I would watch for the portrait with anticipation as we started the climb up the mountain from the backseat of the family car (where we sang along to The Rankin Family of course). 

Last spring my photograph along with 4 others hung at Java Blend Cafe in the North End of Halifax. I was contacted by a man named Neil who told me his mom had painted the portrait. Through email he told me this story,

Mom first painted this back in 1981 I think, on one of my parents many trips to their summer cabin in River Denys. That cabin also used to have paintings on it as well. She had her paints, ladder and brushes, she found the image on the back of a magazine I think and used that as a model for Kelly.

She painted to the many horns or cars and trucks as well as people yelling things good and bad. Some people thought it was great, others thought she was defacing the rocks. Sometime after that, not sure how many years, but the department of highways sand blasted all the graffiti from the rocks including Mom’s painting. I guess there were complaints on the morning talk show after they sand blasted the painting, so she went back up and put the painting back on. Now I’m not sure what year that was, but it’s been there ever since.

She would touch up the painting most summers and cover up anything anyone painted on Kelly. One summer it was so hot, someone painted a pair of sunglasses on him, funny. When she passed 2 years ago, my sisters, Brother, Dad and nieces when up to touch up the painting. One niece did the majority of the touch up, seems to display artistic talent as well. I had the Plaque made that summer and stuck it to the wall.

For everyone else, who can not stop (probably not recommended) the plaque reads:

Kelly

Painted by Vinetta Colosimo

Dominion, NS, 1934-2012

 

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