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Why I Started Clicker Training, Why I Quit Clicker Training, and What I Learned From It



Terrific piece that I strongly identified with. I stopped doing a shaped retrieve with Bosco since he was so stressed and miserable that I thought: “Fuck. I’d rather just go get the dumbbell myself.”

I can identify strongly with this as well. I have not quit clicker training and continue to use it, but I do not consider myself a “Clicker Trainer”. I have experienced many of the same things that this author has.

I would like to highlight this paragraph, as it especially illustrates what I have experienced:

Unfortunately, what I also discovered once I got past the “honeymoon” phase, was that a lot of the people who trained with the method did not practise what they preached. As I got further into it, I discovered that a lot of the people were incredibly judgemental about other types of training, and had an attitude that their method (clicker) was the only humane method of training out there and anyone who did anything different was abusive. That never sat right with me because I know a lot of trainers who use different methods and are not abusive at all. I found myself getting judgemental, unable to enjoy watching other trainers because I was constantly judging and picking apart what they were doing. I honestly did not like who this method was turning me into. This is something I’ve discovered in not only clicker people, but also in people who religiously follow one person or type of training. It takes on a cult-like feel and gives people a “holier-than-thou” attitude toward others.”

  • Track Name

    Beyond Me

  • Album

    Wolf's Rain O.S.T. 2

  • Artist

    Yoko Kanno



"They say there’s no such place… as Paradise. Even if you search to the ends of the Earth, there’s nothing there. No matter how far you walk, it’s always the same road. It just goes on and on. But, in spite of that… Why am I so driven to find it? A voice calls to me… It says, "Search for Paradise."—Kiba

I like the gravity song that is at the end of each episode

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I cannot stand how blindly hedonistic the world has become.

Why does everything have to be about sex? Why does every movie, every commercial, every billboard, every joke, every internet post, every cartoon, why is everything about sex these days? Why can’t we care about something else? Why can’t we care about somebody’s heart and soul a little bit more than we care about their genitals? Why is it that everybody’s number one goal in life is rubbing privates with somebody else as often as humanly possible?

Ask yourself this: What if, right this very second, you got a phone call from the hospital saying that your mother has just been diagnosed with cancer. Would the person you’re having sex with matter? Would they be there to comfort you and console you and give you advice and carry you through this hard time? Or would they just dump you because, hey, no sex.

Let’s go beyond that though: What if you were diagnosed with cancer? What if you developed a brain cancer that, while it wasn’t fatal, eliminated your ability to be sexually aroused. You will never achieve orgasm ever again, no matter how hard you try. What will you do?

If your immediate thought was a whole-hearted “Kill myself”, then congratulations, you are further enforcing my theory that the human race cares about sex more than its own existence.

I’m not saying sex is always terrible, there is a time and place to enjoy it, just like everything else in life. But this is going beyond “too much of a good thing”, this is becoming an unhealthy obsession with some incredibly damaging side effects. Look up STD statistics these days and you’ll see what I mean

This isn’t “slut shaming” - in case you haven’t noticed, I haven’t singled out women once during all this. This opinion encompasses all genders and sexual orientations. This isn’t me being a “prude” either - believe me, I am a teenager. I know how it feels to be horny. I know that having an orgasm feels good. All I’m doing is letting the quest to achieve one take a backseat to more important things in my life - like my family, friends, hopes, dreams, and grades.

TL:DR, sex is a good thing, but there is a time and a place for it, and the world seems to have forgotten about that.







I’ve seen a lot of posts on my dash tonight about users who are threatening suicide, with other Tumblr members posting in effort to try to get ahold of them. I think you all should see this:


1. Scroll to the top of your dashboard.

2. See the circular question mark icon at the top? It’s the third one over from your home symbol. Click on that, and a screen similar to the one in the picture will come up.

3. Where you can type in questions, the box with the magnifying glass at the top, type in the word “suicide.”

4. Click on the first link that shows up. It should say, “Pass the URL of the blog on to us.”

5. Type in the user’s URL and tell Tumblr admin that the user is contemplating suicide and has posted a message indicating that they are going through with it or will be attempting. Hit send! Tumblr administration will perform a number of actions to contact the user and take the necessary steps to prevent the suicide.


Reblog this to keep other users aware. Suicide isn’t a joke, and neither is someone’s life. If you didn’t know this, someone else may not, either. Pass it on.

why on earth doesn’t this have more notes

I actually had to do this once. She lived.

if you scroll past this on your dash you are absolutely heartless.

Reblog this!! This can save somebody’s life!

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