Posted on 08/09/2013 12:57:45 PM PDT by BenLurkin
Using blood and tissue samples donated by patients, the University of Pennsylvania’s Working Dog Center has started training three canines to sniff out the signature compound that indicates the presence of ovarian cancer.
If the animals can isolate the chemical marker, scientists at the nearby Monell Chemical Senses Center will work to create an electronic sensor to identify the same odorant.
“Because if the dogs can do it, then the question is, Can our analytical instrumentation do it? We think we can,” Monell organic chemist George Preti said.
(Excerpt) Read more at koin.com ...
If cheaper than lab work and MRI go for it.
For once, we’ll WANT a dog to sniff someone down below...
Most dogs like to use their snout to upskirt gals.
I’ve read about some pretty interesting bio-sensors that potentially can become cheap enough to be built into things like cellphones, where they will sniff the breath of the user to identify early-stage diseases. That could have a big impact on healthcare costs, not to mention lives.
I’d much rather be in the presence of dogs than medical equipment. As an ovarian cancer survivor who has to have frequent follow-up visits, I find this news encouraging. It would be great if my own dogs could be trained!
Doggie ping!
A bloody pity the tricky bastards on the SCOTUS cannot be replaced with dogs trained to sniff out “natural born Citizens.”
“The results of the lab test are in...”
and something doesn’t smell right...
I once took my old Ibizan Minny with me to a highland game.
One of the kilted dudes was being a pest and generally trying to impress and after a while, Minny walked over, stuck her nose under the hem of his kilt and *flipped* it clear up to his chin.
He was not dressed regimental, thankfully.
The people around us laughed so hard at what she’d done, she spent the rest of the day trying to repeat her performance.
At the end of the day we were leaving and the Irish folksinger laughingly yelled from the stage “I’ve heard about that dog! Keep her away from me I’m ‘authentic’!”
Best highland games, ever.
:)
I lived in Atlanta years ago and became friends with a blind man. Both he and his wife had seeing eye dogs.
My pal invited me to visit the Center for the Blind. He showed me around the first floor and said he wanted me to go to the second floor to check out the watches and clocks for blind people.
When we were walking up to the elevator, there was a young woman with a briefcase waiting for the elevator. She was apparently doing some sort of sales call. She was wearing a short skirt.
We walked up behind her, and the seeing eye dog kinda cold nosed her up her skirt.
She spu around, exclaiming “You son of a bitch” and slapped him hard in the face. My buddy’s dark glasses went skittering across the tile floor. He was holding his arms out, asking “What happened? What happened?”
The gal realized she just cold-cocked a blind guy in the Center for the Blind, her client. She chased his glasses, tried to put them back on the frantic blind man. I was laughing so hard I couldn’t breathe. Then the elevator opened and a carful of people got out, wondering what the heck was going on out here.
I was in a hospital waiting room many years later. I hadn’t seen this guy in maybe a decade. He recognizes my voice and came over and jokingly chastised me for laughing at his dilemma.
Dogs are more expensive recurring. Inorganic items are very expensive up front non-recurring but virtually delete the recurring costs if it comes to be.
Oh...my...God!
[/ashamed to be laughing]
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Like your serpent. I used to care for a seven footer who had stopped feeding. I had to force-feed him for a couple years.
Bless your heart!
One of my BP morphs is a live-only eater and he got nailed by his mouse last year and has been off his feed since then.
He won’t just be a sensible snake and eat frozen/thawed so I have to weigh him periodically and assist feed him his mousicles.
He hates it but not as much as I do.
Beautiful, contemptible little jerk.
:)
Our Boa had a bad skin infection. We rigged a stainless steel caulking gun with a long plastic tube and force fed him blended meat and hair. He also had pentastomids, so the injections made him not feel like eating
My dear wife tolerated him. But my dad was a real trooper. He had the worst snake phobia of anyone I’ve ever known. But he put up with my boa over a Christmas holiday while we were visiting.
You really are the saint of snakes...:)
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