I’m a dog man. I’ve had to put 3 down in my life and believe me, my face was wet each time. I now have a golden retriever given to me by my brother who breeds them in Virginia. This is probably both the smartest and most loving animal I’ve ever had and she’s bonded with my wife which is why I got her.
Sure hope I go before this one does.
His wife. Haven’t you heard the expression, love me love my dog? It’s hard to find a woman who will love your dog like you do, you have to kiss a few frogs…
My mother once owned an English Lab that shed like crazy. Someone told me in England the breed was kept for the shed and combed fur to make pillows and mattresses. To brush out the furry lab would yield an explosion of fur.
The summer of 7th grade I was put out to hire by my parents. They found me a job at a dude ranch in the mountains out of Denver. My duties were cabin boy for Corneila Otis Skinner with strict instructions not to bother her or talk to her. I broke the rules and asked something about writing. I forget what she said. She was a very quiet woman, reserved and dignified.
And I was to take care of the 7 collies of the owners. Feed and groom them. I was handy with the grooming and saddle preparation of the ranch horses too. My family had owned 5 in Puerto Rico. I was filled with awe when the PR polo team played on base with their Paso Fino stallions.
My supervisor was an old biddy who sorta managed the 10 or 12 employees. I was brushing out the thick coat of one of the older dogs and the plastic handle of the human hair brush broke. That got me fired from my first job away from home. The bitter woman just knew I was abusing the dog by brushing too hard and with malice I guess. When my father picked me up he told me not to worry about the sad sack woman.
I had a goldie. Shed like a motherfucker but it was my best friend and I took him everywhere. Best dog you can have.
Mary Christine
January 24, 2018 10:32 am
My dog will go into protective bark and growl mode at anyone with a hat and sunglasses on, even us, until we talk to him and take them off.
That said, if he still doesn’t like the person after the hat and glasses have been removed, I will be suspicious of them. Dogs have a sixth sense about evil.
Our last dog, Jack, a German Shepherd mix, went postal one time when there were some day laborers working a basement foundation job next door. Once he got use to them going back and forth between the area they were digging out and moving dirt to (there was not enough room for a bobcat), he settled down. Except for one guy who was working with his shirt off. On his back was a huge tatoo, “PURE EVIL”. All the other guys could walk by and Jack was fine. Not this guy, though. Every time he walked by, Jack went nuts. It was quite weird and I did not want to be there alone, even with the dog.
“All the world is made of faith, and trust, and pixie dust.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan
That’s more than a hint re the state of humanimal life.
Trapped in Portlandia
January 24, 2018 11:02 am
I’ve always liked Bill Murray because he is from my hometown and an avid Cubs fan. But I never knew he was a great philosopher. This quote is up there with Plato in my book.
This is also a good reason to allow dogs at work. They assist you in understanding who you can trust in business dealings.
Murray’s philosophical labor of love (i.e., box office bust); screw the critics: “plays the hero as if fate is a comedian and he is the straight man” is about as good a perspective\approach as there is; I liked it:
I like dogs but I have to Admit I’m cat man right now . Besides it would be difficult for me to carry a dog on my commercial truck.For a cat it’s no big deal . Little bb does very well out on the road .I carry him everywhere I go Except to the hospital. He loves to Ride and he is a great companion . As for protection I have my Colt 45 and my 9 mm Glock in the truck within reaching distance at all times .So far so good.
Oh. So a ricochet from a .45 ACP does not equal .22 LR NON-ricochet?
Is that the apples-to-oranges comparison you’re making?
In other words, a projectile that has expended most of it’s kinetic energy by striking another object and changing direction has less energy than one that has not? Brilliant.
Oh, and I have been hit with a ricochet from a .44 magnum. But I sure as hell wouldn’t want to be shot with one.
I love dogs especially mine. Sometimes their baddar is good and sometimes not. If they don’t like someone they may be wrong but it would be wise to be on guard. They are what they are. They are a pack animal that goes by the rules of the pack. Understanding pack behavior is critical for a happy dog and human. I have two. They are rotten and loyal.
I like to say I was raised by German Sheppards. Dear dad imported them from Germany to do security work at SAC bases. Our first was when I was in Kindergarten. Our family pet became a fearful protector. When it broke it’s chain to go after the mailman we had to give it away to a friendly dairy farmer in Maine. It is a perfect story to tell a child about what happened to the family dog when it becomes appropriate. We actually did visit the farm several times after giving Major away. I learned how to milk cows with automatic milking machines and pitch hat bales on the jitney. It was there where I first tried to outrun my mother to escape her discipline. I never tried that again.
Our second GS was a spawn of a Sentry Dog. We acquired her for short time before she was returned to do sentry duty. The third GS we had was at Ramey AFB. A gentle female. When I was 8 or 9 I would walk a few hundred meters to attend bible school at the base’s elementary school. One day my two year old brother decided to follow me. He deftly escaped my mother’s watchful eyes and meandered the distance to be greeted by one of the female teachers. She came into my class and asked if anyone knew this toddler. “Lady” had come lock step with my brother to where I was. I imagine our faithful dog herded my diaper clad brother to where I was. The teacher was amazed at the dog’s careful attendance.
When we PCS’d to Eglin in 1958 Lady had to be shipped by boat. It took two weeks for her arrival to the Veterinarian’s office in Shalimar where we picked her up. It was reported she had refused to eat during her incarceration and shipping, mostly in a shipping kennel. She was emaciated. When she saw us and was released from her cage her absolute pure joy and exhilaration almost brought tears to my eyes. She jumped around in a pure joyous frenzy, jumping on top of our family Buick and jumping up on us. She slept with me that night.
Later when I was 10 or 11 I took off hunting with my trusty bb gun with my 7 year old brother in tow. We walked for over an hour ever deeper into the vast woods of Eglin Reservation. Lady dutifully accompanying us on our safari. When overcast skies hid the sun I realized we were lost, or at least I had no idea which way was home and which way was woods for 40 miles. I simply told Lady to “Go Home”. We were back in the back yard in 20 minutes.
I like the Cesar Milan quote. “I rehabilitate dogs, I train people.”
suzanna
January 24, 2018 1:10 pm
Dogs are “honest” and usually obvious in their intentions.
The only time my dog is “sneaky” is when she plans to make
a deep dive into my pocket to capture a tissue. She strikes like
a cobra/bam! she has the tissue.
nobody
January 24, 2018 1:17 pm
I don’t like dogs at the grocery store. I don’t like dogs crapping in the cereal aisle and licking the fresh produce with the tongue they just used to lick their anus. I don’t like that snarling, snapping dog the lady owner thinks is so cute when I’m looking at the soup cans. Why the hell do people need to bring their pets everywhere like a security blanket? It seems like this is a nation of immature children who need their wubbies when they leave their homes .
I don’t mind the dogs at the park as long as they are well behaved. There is a time and a place for pets. People seem to think they are the same thing as human children but they are not.
Just for the record, when I was young I was in 4-H and took home the Grand Champion dog training trophies from our county fair in 1976 and 1977. Back in those days dogs were considered animals that must be trained and not children to be pampered.
Let the down votes begin.
22winmag - refugee from ZeroHedge who just couldn't take the explosion of doom porn and the avalanche of near-hourly Bitcoin stories
It’s true, winnie, folks are aborting kids and raising dogs like they are kids. Soon, dogs will be the majority and heaven help the USA if they get the vote. I say don’t blame the DACAs for the government shutdown, blame the morans who duck their procreative responsibilities. White kids ain’t going to make themselves, they certainly don’t abort themselves.
Damn people could at least find a Somali surrogate like KimKa did if they don’t want to ruin their tight poozle. Who is going to give a fuck about tight wang when your old? Have the kids, somebody will adopt them. Why the fuck do folks have to go to Russia to adopt white babies? White genocide is your fucking fault, it ain’t mine, I didn’t tell you to abort your kids or marry another man.
Andrea Iravani
January 24, 2018 1:31 pm
Myself. I’ve spent my life being told by liars and idiots not to trust my own judgement, of course they wanted me to surrender to their judgememt.
They weren’t liars, ‘drea, they were gender realists. Women normally don’t know what they want so men have to convince them to surrender to their judgment. It’s for the best. The sooner you realize this, the sooner you’ll be on the road to recovery.
RHS Jr
January 24, 2018 1:57 pm
There was a dirt road to the Wacissa River for hundreds of years; my dog and I (and many others) walked down it every evening until the Obamanation wasted $200,000 to pay some cronies to turn it into a government park and make it a $500 fine to bring a dog. We haven’t been back there and I am looking for a way to get revenge.
My daughter’s Huskie/Shepherd mix shelter dog was pretty amazing. They were at a dog park in Dubuque, Iowa when this 100 pound dog attacked a stranger and knocked her to the ground and held her there. There was a pistol on the ground and she had come back to the park to shoot another dog owner with whom she had an argument earlier on.
Perhaps there is an “evil” pheromone or some such thing dogs recognize?
overthecliff
January 24, 2018 2:57 pm
God made dogs what they are. They are incapable of being hypocrites, maybe that is why some tend to attribute morality to them.
dawolf
January 24, 2018 3:07 pm
Dogs do seem to recognize the inherent danger of firearms. Several times, dogs whom I had raised and had never shown a firearm to went simply ballistic (pun intended) when I produced a handgun. ….
A. Pismo Clam
January 24, 2018 5:20 pm
The late late show one night was The Limits of Control, a 2009 movie where Bill Murray’s character is assassinated with a guitar G string garrote.
ragman
January 24, 2018 5:31 pm
22Win: Put yer wife and yer doggie in the trunk of your car for 30 minutes. When you let ‘em out which one is happy to see you?
Great quote. Molly, a mix between a miniature poodle and shih tzu, is our fifth dog since I left my home on the farm in an area where most farmers had at least one dog. Our three children grew up with dogs in the house and have become very close to dogs. When they went away to university, I think they missed the dogs more than their parents since each phone call home started with “How is Rosie or Sydney”. Along with their keen sense of smell and hearing, dogs are incredibly perceptive and are able to sense small changes in mood and behavior. They seem to know when we are taking a road trip to the farm or cottage before we even started packing. They are also able to differentiate very quickly between people who are comfortable with dogs and those who are not. It is an interesting subject because I don’t understand people who seem unable to develop a relationship with dogs and animals in general. Recent research has indicated that dogs and European man evolved together in a northern European landscape over 30,000 years or more and are considered to have a co-evolutionary origin. Put another way, the evolution of dogs was influenced by their association with homo sapiens and our evolution was shaped in part by dogs. In a broad sense, dog and human DNA was modified by this long co-dependence which, it has been argued, may have played a vital role in our survival during Pleistocene glaciation. Must go…Molly wants to play ball and is giving me that piercing stare…
Of course in parts of China dogs are raised as a source of food…which is very upsetting if you have ever been to China. And interesting subject related to dogs is how different cultures view and treat dogs. In Western Civilization, dogs have a special relationship with man , in fact co-evolutionary, which seems to be almost unique from what I have observed traveling in different parts of the world.
Go ahead, do a search on dogs/Bible and let me know how many are positive. Or, you can just take my word for it …. it’s zero.
ILuvCO2
January 24, 2018 9:31 pm
Had 3 dogs until last month. My 11 year old Cardigan Corgi I found dead in the snow just minutes after my boy was barking and bouncing around. I so miss him (many tears, will have to admit. Will bury the ashes up at my camp once the ground thaws). Still left with 2 German Shepherd dogs, mother and daughter. Mother is from Berlin Germany, very very sweet, but probably brutally trained and afraid of the slightest tech noises. Will attack other dogs in protection mode. Daughter is the love of my life (as I tell my wife with sarcasm). Most affectionate dog I have ever known. Bonded to me like glue, ask HSF. Had her running behind his Gator when she was 4 months with his amazing dogs and never tired. Besides family, dogs are indeed a very close second. I don’t know how much life would be worth living without dogs. It would be pretty damn empty.
My wife was running the GSDs out the back 50 acres last week. They went over a rise in the woods and then she heard a crash, bang, smash. Out comes an adolescent male moose running at full speed diagonol to her with two dogs in pursuit. She hit behind a tree, and used the ecollar to get the younger one to come (the love of my life). Brought her back and went back out into the woods and got the Mom after a bit. Those dogs slept a while that day! HaHa – Fuck City Life.
Kokoda, stop using my moniker man!
Mary Christine
January 24, 2018 10:19 pm
Missouri had the worlds smartest dog. Jim the Wonder Dog.
Jim was a Lewellyn Setter born in 1925.
“Jim’s apparent powers didn’t stop at understanding commands. Contemporary press accounts indicate that he could foretell the future. For seven years in a row, it was reported, Jim was shown a list of Kentucky Derby entries, and he picked the winner each time before the race.”
It is said he could understand foreign languages that his owner had no knowledge of. People came from all over the world to see him. He was the runt of a litter of hunting dogs.
I’m a dog man. I’ve had to put 3 down in my life and believe me, my face was wet each time. I now have a golden retriever given to me by my brother who breeds them in Virginia. This is probably both the smartest and most loving animal I’ve ever had and she’s bonded with my wife which is why I got her.
Sure hope I go before this one does.
she’s bonded with my wife which is why I got her.
Sorry but I have to ask; your wife, or the Golden Retriever?
His wife. Haven’t you heard the expression, love me love my dog? It’s hard to find a woman who will love your dog like you do, you have to kiss a few frogs…
I had a goldie. Shed like a motherfucker but it was my best friend and I took him everywhere. Best dog you can have.
Enough shed to start a wig business.
My mother once owned an English Lab that shed like crazy. Someone told me in England the breed was kept for the shed and combed fur to make pillows and mattresses. To brush out the furry lab would yield an explosion of fur.
The summer of 7th grade I was put out to hire by my parents. They found me a job at a dude ranch in the mountains out of Denver. My duties were cabin boy for Corneila Otis Skinner with strict instructions not to bother her or talk to her. I broke the rules and asked something about writing. I forget what she said. She was a very quiet woman, reserved and dignified.
And I was to take care of the 7 collies of the owners. Feed and groom them. I was handy with the grooming and saddle preparation of the ranch horses too. My family had owned 5 in Puerto Rico. I was filled with awe when the PR polo team played on base with their Paso Fino stallions.
My supervisor was an old biddy who sorta managed the 10 or 12 employees. I was brushing out the thick coat of one of the older dogs and the plastic handle of the human hair brush broke. That got me fired from my first job away from home. The bitter woman just knew I was abusing the dog by brushing too hard and with malice I guess. When my father picked me up he told me not to worry about the sad sack woman.
I had a goldie. Shed like a motherfucker but it was my best friend and I took him everywhere. Best dog you can have.
My dog will go into protective bark and growl mode at anyone with a hat and sunglasses on, even us, until we talk to him and take them off.
That said, if he still doesn’t like the person after the hat and glasses have been removed, I will be suspicious of them. Dogs have a sixth sense about evil.
Our last dog, Jack, a German Shepherd mix, went postal one time when there were some day laborers working a basement foundation job next door. Once he got use to them going back and forth between the area they were digging out and moving dirt to (there was not enough room for a bobcat), he settled down. Except for one guy who was working with his shirt off. On his back was a huge tatoo, “PURE EVIL”. All the other guys could walk by and Jack was fine. Not this guy, though. Every time he walked by, Jack went nuts. It was quite weird and I did not want to be there alone, even with the dog.
The dog shot up the place, MC? I hope he wasn’t using a bump stock.
I’d rather be in the company of a good dog than 99% of the assholes that live in these United States. TBPers excepted, of course!
hey ragman,
i was getting ready to upvote you till i read the last line–tbpers are the worst–
do you really trust yourself?
TBPers are the wurst.
“All the world is made of faith, and trust, and pixie dust.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan
That’s more than a hint re the state of humanimal life.
I’ve always liked Bill Murray because he is from my hometown and an avid Cubs fan. But I never knew he was a great philosopher. This quote is up there with Plato in my book.
This is also a good reason to allow dogs at work. They assist you in understanding who you can trust in business dealings.
Are you a St Joe’s alum from Wilmette?
No Jake, I’m not. If I was an alumnus of Willamette I’d be a a liberal arts major. I’m an engineer, the polar opposite of liberal arts.
Murray’s philosophical labor of love (i.e., box office bust); screw the critics: “plays the hero as if fate is a comedian and he is the straight man” is about as good a perspective\approach as there is; I liked it:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Razor%27s_Edge_(1984_film)
“dog” spelled backwards spells “god”
Make of that what you will, but for a moment you probably thought it significant before you thought it ridiculous.
Did you hear about the dyslexic, atheist insomniac?
He lay awake all night wondering if there is a Dog.
Then he isn’t an atheist, he’s agnostic.
*Sigh*
I like dogs but I have to Admit I’m cat man right now . Besides it would be difficult for me to carry a dog on my commercial truck.For a cat it’s no big deal . Little bb does very well out on the road .I carry him everywhere I go Except to the hospital. He loves to Ride and he is a great companion . As for protection I have my Colt 45 and my 9 mm Glock in the truck within reaching distance at all times .So far so good.
How good is little bb at changing magazines and returning fire?
Not as good as MC’s old dog, Jack. Therefore, dogs are superior.
Handguns wound and slow.
Rifles kill and stop.
At least get a shorty AK or something!
“They all fall to hardball.”
Dirty Harry might disagree with you.
Can I double-tap you in the chest with my .45 ACP?
I’m curious to test your theory.
I’ve been hit by 3 ricochets, all .45acp FMJ hitting thin skinned objects that a rifle with .22LR High Velocity penetrates.
Oh. So a ricochet from a .45 ACP does not equal .22 LR NON-ricochet?
Is that the apples-to-oranges comparison you’re making?
In other words, a projectile that has expended most of it’s kinetic energy by striking another object and changing direction has less energy than one that has not? Brilliant.
Oh, and I have been hit with a ricochet from a .44 magnum. But I sure as hell wouldn’t want to be shot with one.
faggot…
I love dogs especially mine. Sometimes their baddar is good and sometimes not. If they don’t like someone they may be wrong but it would be wise to be on guard. They are what they are. They are a pack animal that goes by the rules of the pack. Understanding pack behavior is critical for a happy dog and human. I have two. They are rotten and loyal.
Diogenes: “He used to stroll about in full daylight with a lamp, because he claimed to be looking for an honest man. He lavishly praised the virtues of dogs (which eat anything, make no fuss about where to sleep, perform natural bodily functions in public without unease, and know instinctively who is friend and who is foe), all of which makes them superior to humans in his view.”
https://www.google.com/url?sa=t&rct=j&q=&esrc=s&source=web&cd=4&ved=0ahUKEwiI6crs-_DYAhXiyoMKHQ4sBl8QFghfMAM&url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.philosophybasics.com%2Fphilosophers_diogenes.html&usg=AOvVaw0aHiNiqjV1SE3ijUHK7Maf
I like to say I was raised by German Sheppards. Dear dad imported them from Germany to do security work at SAC bases. Our first was when I was in Kindergarten. Our family pet became a fearful protector. When it broke it’s chain to go after the mailman we had to give it away to a friendly dairy farmer in Maine. It is a perfect story to tell a child about what happened to the family dog when it becomes appropriate. We actually did visit the farm several times after giving Major away. I learned how to milk cows with automatic milking machines and pitch hat bales on the jitney. It was there where I first tried to outrun my mother to escape her discipline. I never tried that again.
Our second GS was a spawn of a Sentry Dog. We acquired her for short time before she was returned to do sentry duty. The third GS we had was at Ramey AFB. A gentle female. When I was 8 or 9 I would walk a few hundred meters to attend bible school at the base’s elementary school. One day my two year old brother decided to follow me. He deftly escaped my mother’s watchful eyes and meandered the distance to be greeted by one of the female teachers. She came into my class and asked if anyone knew this toddler. “Lady” had come lock step with my brother to where I was. I imagine our faithful dog herded my diaper clad brother to where I was. The teacher was amazed at the dog’s careful attendance.
When we PCS’d to Eglin in 1958 Lady had to be shipped by boat. It took two weeks for her arrival to the Veterinarian’s office in Shalimar where we picked her up. It was reported she had refused to eat during her incarceration and shipping, mostly in a shipping kennel. She was emaciated. When she saw us and was released from her cage her absolute pure joy and exhilaration almost brought tears to my eyes. She jumped around in a pure joyous frenzy, jumping on top of our family Buick and jumping up on us. She slept with me that night.
Later when I was 10 or 11 I took off hunting with my trusty bb gun with my 7 year old brother in tow. We walked for over an hour ever deeper into the vast woods of Eglin Reservation. Lady dutifully accompanying us on our safari. When overcast skies hid the sun I realized we were lost, or at least I had no idea which way was home and which way was woods for 40 miles. I simply told Lady to “Go Home”. We were back in the back yard in 20 minutes.
I like the Cesar Milan quote. “I rehabilitate dogs, I train people.”
Dogs are “honest” and usually obvious in their intentions.
The only time my dog is “sneaky” is when she plans to make
a deep dive into my pocket to capture a tissue. She strikes like
a cobra/bam! she has the tissue.
I don’t like dogs at the grocery store. I don’t like dogs crapping in the cereal aisle and licking the fresh produce with the tongue they just used to lick their anus. I don’t like that snarling, snapping dog the lady owner thinks is so cute when I’m looking at the soup cans. Why the hell do people need to bring their pets everywhere like a security blanket? It seems like this is a nation of immature children who need their wubbies when they leave their homes .
I don’t mind the dogs at the park as long as they are well behaved. There is a time and a place for pets. People seem to think they are the same thing as human children but they are not.
Just for the record, when I was young I was in 4-H and took home the Grand Champion dog training trophies from our county fair in 1976 and 1977. Back in those days dogs were considered animals that must be trained and not children to be pampered.
Let the down votes begin.
No downvote here.
Animals are great and play an important role, but stop humanizing them and putting them above humans!
These are probably the same people who think their kids are their “best friend.”
I’m actually sick to death of people who humanize and lionize their animals.
I think [most] people who devote time to things like the ASPCA should be committed to mental institutions.
Newsflash: your dog isn’t capable of what humans think of as love, just like it isn’t capable of hate.
People come first you suicidal assholes!
It’s true, winnie, folks are aborting kids and raising dogs like they are kids. Soon, dogs will be the majority and heaven help the USA if they get the vote. I say don’t blame the DACAs for the government shutdown, blame the morans who duck their procreative responsibilities. White kids ain’t going to make themselves, they certainly don’t abort themselves.
Damn people could at least find a Somali surrogate like KimKa did if they don’t want to ruin their tight poozle. Who is going to give a fuck about tight wang when your old? Have the kids, somebody will adopt them. Why the fuck do folks have to go to Russia to adopt white babies? White genocide is your fucking fault, it ain’t mine, I didn’t tell you to abort your kids or marry another man.
Myself. I’ve spent my life being told by liars and idiots not to trust my own judgement, of course they wanted me to surrender to their judgememt.
They weren’t liars, ‘drea, they were gender realists. Women normally don’t know what they want so men have to convince them to surrender to their judgment. It’s for the best. The sooner you realize this, the sooner you’ll be on the road to recovery.
There was a dirt road to the Wacissa River for hundreds of years; my dog and I (and many others) walked down it every evening until the Obamanation wasted $200,000 to pay some cronies to turn it into a government park and make it a $500 fine to bring a dog. We haven’t been back there and I am looking for a way to get revenge.
My daughter’s Huskie/Shepherd mix shelter dog was pretty amazing. They were at a dog park in Dubuque, Iowa when this 100 pound dog attacked a stranger and knocked her to the ground and held her there. There was a pistol on the ground and she had come back to the park to shoot another dog owner with whom she had an argument earlier on.
Perhaps there is an “evil” pheromone or some such thing dogs recognize?
God made dogs what they are. They are incapable of being hypocrites, maybe that is why some tend to attribute morality to them.
Dogs do seem to recognize the inherent danger of firearms. Several times, dogs whom I had raised and had never shown a firearm to went simply ballistic (pun intended) when I produced a handgun. ….
The late late show one night was The Limits of Control, a 2009 movie where Bill Murray’s character is assassinated with a guitar G string garrote.
22Win: Put yer wife and yer doggie in the trunk of your car for 30 minutes. When you let ‘em out which one is happy to see you?
Omg! Ragman, that’s too funny!
Great quote. Molly, a mix between a miniature poodle and shih tzu, is our fifth dog since I left my home on the farm in an area where most farmers had at least one dog. Our three children grew up with dogs in the house and have become very close to dogs. When they went away to university, I think they missed the dogs more than their parents since each phone call home started with “How is Rosie or Sydney”. Along with their keen sense of smell and hearing, dogs are incredibly perceptive and are able to sense small changes in mood and behavior. They seem to know when we are taking a road trip to the farm or cottage before we even started packing. They are also able to differentiate very quickly between people who are comfortable with dogs and those who are not. It is an interesting subject because I don’t understand people who seem unable to develop a relationship with dogs and animals in general. Recent research has indicated that dogs and European man evolved together in a northern European landscape over 30,000 years or more and are considered to have a co-evolutionary origin. Put another way, the evolution of dogs was influenced by their association with homo sapiens and our evolution was shaped in part by dogs. In a broad sense, dog and human DNA was modified by this long co-dependence which, it has been argued, may have played a vital role in our survival during Pleistocene glaciation. Must go…Molly wants to play ball and is giving me that piercing stare…
A Kurd told me of a Gypsy saying in Turkey. “It is good to find a farm without dogs”
Of course in parts of China dogs are raised as a source of food…which is very upsetting if you have ever been to China. And interesting subject related to dogs is how different cultures view and treat dogs. In Western Civilization, dogs have a special relationship with man , in fact co-evolutionary, which seems to be almost unique from what I have observed traveling in different parts of the world.
God and Jesus hate dogs. And Joos hate dogs.
Go ahead, do a search on dogs/Bible and let me know how many are positive. Or, you can just take my word for it …. it’s zero.
Had 3 dogs until last month. My 11 year old Cardigan Corgi I found dead in the snow just minutes after my boy was barking and bouncing around. I so miss him (many tears, will have to admit. Will bury the ashes up at my camp once the ground thaws). Still left with 2 German Shepherd dogs, mother and daughter. Mother is from Berlin Germany, very very sweet, but probably brutally trained and afraid of the slightest tech noises. Will attack other dogs in protection mode. Daughter is the love of my life (as I tell my wife with sarcasm). Most affectionate dog I have ever known. Bonded to me like glue, ask HSF. Had her running behind his Gator when she was 4 months with his amazing dogs and never tired. Besides family, dogs are indeed a very close second. I don’t know how much life would be worth living without dogs. It would be pretty damn empty.
My wife was running the GSDs out the back 50 acres last week. They went over a rise in the woods and then she heard a crash, bang, smash. Out comes an adolescent male moose running at full speed diagonol to her with two dogs in pursuit. She hit behind a tree, and used the ecollar to get the younger one to come (the love of my life). Brought her back and went back out into the woods and got the Mom after a bit. Those dogs slept a while that day! HaHa – Fuck City Life.
Kokoda, stop using my moniker man!
Missouri had the worlds smartest dog. Jim the Wonder Dog.
Jim was a Lewellyn Setter born in 1925.
“Jim’s apparent powers didn’t stop at understanding commands. Contemporary press accounts indicate that he could foretell the future. For seven years in a row, it was reported, Jim was shown a list of Kentucky Derby entries, and he picked the winner each time before the race.”
It is said he could understand foreign languages that his owner had no knowledge of. People came from all over the world to see him. He was the runt of a litter of hunting dogs.
https://cafnr.missouri.edu/2014/12/cafnr-and-the-psychic-dog/
Dogs have proven to be man’s best friend and one of the most useful animals on the planet.
If you have a dog, how can you not treat it as a member of your family?