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...with Kasatka," says John Hargrove, formerly a senior trainer of killer whales at SeaWorld California. "She's an amazing animal. This incident doesn't make her a bad whale. People need to understand that animals can get upset or frustrated just like people and just like your cat or dog. But when it's a 6,000- or 8,000-lb. killer whale, the stakes are much greater." Hargrove has been dragged down by captive orcas himself while employed as a supervisor at a French marine facility that is unaffiliated with SeaWorld. "Those killer whales never had trainers...
...Ingredients: 1. 8 pm in Sanders Theater. 2. A Harvard orchestra is about to begin a concert. 3. To the left is an attractive Harvard student. 4. To the right is an infamous professor with a dog in her purse. 5. The MC has fallen asleep. 6. A Camus-esque fly is flying in lazy circles in front of the first row of seats. 7. First snowfall of the year...
...committee he had chaired. To my surprise, the purse seemed to twitch. The orchestra was about to begin, the soprano poised. The first chords sounded, but instead of an ethereal voice, a dreadful scream pierced the air. Professor L*** was struggling with a hairy white form, a small dog clinging to his head. It was clawing at his face. Those around eventually pulled the animal off, though it still seemed to be chewing something gelatinous while the professor, writhing on the floor, held his hands to his bloodied face. Looking up, I saw the teaching fellow smile. Her purse looked...
...latter self-assumed), whereas there is considerable and vivid promise extended by the protrusion of a soft sail, a furred white triangle—what that same observer would with private amusement (and a mental note to repeat at the first available social occasion) remark as the dog-eared appearance of a dog’s ear—from the lap-held purse of the same esteemed professor, who herself is just now remarking how much the first tuning exertions of an orchestra—seeking A—recall the agitation of a fly rising midsummer...
Laurence H. Tribe ’62, the Loeb University professor at Harvard, was scheduled to judge the moot court but had to leave upon notice that his dog, Chloe, had been found “shaking like a leaf” on the streets. The traumatized Chloe had fled the sound of a fire alarm in Tribe’s house, jumped a fence, and raced down Brattle Street, where a passerby waited with her while Tribe dashed the mile to the rescue...