I was expecting to see a picture of a person's crotch, since so many dogs bury their noses there.

Here, boy!

How weird. I remember reading once that dogs did see a range of colors but it was the shades that was limited. All the brown, orange and red shades were basically the same color to them.

Dogs see blue.

Peacocks can see into the ultraviolet. But those pics make it look like they can see only ultraviolet.

As a colorblind-American, I am not amused.

Seriously, animals only see mono-chrome grey or mono-chrome purple? REALLY?

0Icky0: Peacocks can see into the ultraviolet. But those pics make it look like they can see only ultraviolet.

My "pee" cock can see into your mom's vagina.

0Icky0: Peacocks can see into the ultraviolet. But those pics make it look like they can see only ultraviolet.

This.

The UV is just extra pop on top of the already vivid color.

I want steak

And.......

Dogs and cats can't see all the colors we can, because they don't have the same color receptors - but they have lots more rods and cones. This means they can see better in lower light (especially cats) and also that they can detect very tiny movements that would be imperceptible to us - in short, they have the eyes a pure predator needs.

jso2897: Dogs and cats can't see all the colors we can, because they don't have the same color receptors - but they have lots more rods and cones. This means they can see better in lower light (especially cats) and also that they can detect very tiny movements that would be imperceptible to us - in short, they have the eyes a pure predator needs.

Exactly... They completely ignored the ability to detect movement, and the level of detail. And about the cuttlefish, there were a bit misleading too, they don't see colour at all like we do. But they see colour fine. They camouflage colour, pattern, and texture nearly perfectly.

Dog's Diary

  8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
  9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
  9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
  1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
  3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
  5:00 pm - Dinner! My favorite thing!
  7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
  8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!



The Cat's Diary

Day 983 of My Captivity:

    My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

    The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. Bastards!



    There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.

    Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs.

    I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now ...

bangmaid: Dog's Diary

  8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
  9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
  9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
  1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
  3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
  5:00 pm - Dinner! My favorite thing!
  7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
  8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!



The Cat's Diary

Day 983 of My Captivity:

    My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

    The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. Bastards!



    There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.

    Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs.

    I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. ...


/GIS paranoid cat if you need a laugh

One of the comments on that page:

"just a thought - WHEN has any scientist or "expert" ever looked through the eyes of a dog or cat or bird - or experianced what their brains perceive ?? - so once again we have supposed experts making statements they cant back up 100% - yes animals may "see " differently to us - but until one has BEEN a cat /dog/bird - how can anyone say for sure - tried asking my cat and parrot - but they are keeping quiet on the subject
- brett, plymouth -devon , 04/7/2012 04:44"

I weap for humanity.

weave: One of the comments on that page:

"just a thought - WHEN has any scientist or "expert" ever looked through the eyes of a dog or cat or bird - or experianced what their brains perceive ?? - so once again we have supposed experts making statements they cant back up 100% - yes animals may "see " differently to us - but until one has BEEN a cat /dog/bird - how can anyone say for sure - tried asking my cat and parrot - but they are keeping quiet on the subject
- brett, plymouth -devon , 04/7/2012 04:44"

I weap for humanity.



Weap or Weep?

Boatmech:
Weap or Weep?

Ha ha, I did that on purpose. You got trolled.

/ok, that was week.
//I'm not really redeeming myself, am I?
///ragequit

weave: Boatmech:
Weap or Weep?

Ha ha, I did that on purpose. You got trolled.

/ok, that was week.
//I'm not really redeeming myself, am I?
///ragequit

I don't know, how's this -



OR

FT stupid A: When you throw a ball for a dog, the dog doesn't actually see the bright colours of the ball - instead, the animals are virtually colour-blind, as they rely on their heightened sense of smell for most navigation.

I was going to mention dogs' better visual discrimination (especially for moving objects), increased temporal resolution, and high density of rods, but I see that's already been covered.

Earguy: I was expecting to see a picture of a person's crotch, since so many dogs bury their noses there.

They use their sense of smell more than their eye sight. Your dog wants your junk.