Inbreeding is becoming more of a concern for weredogs. Inbreeding is bad. Crossbreeding is good. Humans figured this out a long time ago. The larger or more robust a gene pool the better for that species. More genes, or alleles, in a species genome means more traits and tools for survival.
But people continue to inbreed dogs. Dog breeders are the worst inbreeders. It is criminal.
I have known of only 1 werebulldog in the past half-century. This is because of their physical limitations. He is just over 100 years old. He is furious with the Bulldog Club of American (BCA). He says they are destroying the very breed which they are supposed to be propagating and protecting.
Many people also love to engage in intellectual inbreeding, which has the same effect - logical and intellectual sterilization and defects. It has always been amazing to me how humans, capable of such staggering intellectual and artistic heights, can discount facts and believe what they want to believe. I don't understand it. Can anyone explain it to me?
In the woods, hunting, or on the battlefield, fighting, if you ignore the facts and see what you want to see, you're dead.
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Monday, December 19, 2011
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Weekend Alert
All hell broke loose this weekend. An alert was sent out to all KC packs based on reports of impending neo attacks on both weredogs. werewolves and people.
The alerts did not allow for much finesse or planning. Many weredogs just had to take off, from wherever they were at the time. I operated yesterday with a weredog who is currently a police dog with the KCPD. He had to jump out of his police car, while his handler was doing a routine stop, and take off. The cops are using helicopters to search for him. He shakes his head when he talks about it. What a mess it is going to be going back.
Caitlyn and the weregirls are becoming tight friends. They know what she is, have known. They can smell what she is. It took them some time to discern her scent. I don't allow myself to get too close to them. I don't want them to discern my scent. Not yet.
The dad is thick with PTSD. I can smell it on him. I can see it in the way he moves, the way he walks, the way he clenches his hands.
Nearly all combat vets return with some degree of PTSD. Dogs too. Weredogs too. Some are effected more than others. If it is a problem and how much of a problem depends on a lot of factors - if the soldier has family and support, if he or she turns to booze or drugs, if they do PT, exercise regularly, if they have something religious or spiritual to sustain them, something to heal their heart, mind and soul. Some need counseling. Some don't.
The Army and rest of the military is more treating and recognizing PTSD in military dogs. Dogs are being diagnosed with PTSD, in Afghanistan and Iraq, and treated and retired based on their PTSD. It was not too long ago that military dogs were simply "destroyed" for being defective when they exhibited signs of stress and strain, symptoms now known to be PTSD.
The fact that more people, in particular the military, are recognizing PTSD in dogs is good. It requires that people recognize the emotional life of dogs.
Dogs having emotions has long been trigger issue for a lot of people, people who claim that only mankind has emotions, and to say that dogs and other animals have emotions is to unbalance the order of the world. But I am told that the opposite is true to any person who has ever looked into the eyes of a dog.
The alerts did not allow for much finesse or planning. Many weredogs just had to take off, from wherever they were at the time. I operated yesterday with a weredog who is currently a police dog with the KCPD. He had to jump out of his police car, while his handler was doing a routine stop, and take off. The cops are using helicopters to search for him. He shakes his head when he talks about it. What a mess it is going to be going back.
Caitlyn and the weregirls are becoming tight friends. They know what she is, have known. They can smell what she is. It took them some time to discern her scent. I don't allow myself to get too close to them. I don't want them to discern my scent. Not yet.
The dad is thick with PTSD. I can smell it on him. I can see it in the way he moves, the way he walks, the way he clenches his hands.
Nearly all combat vets return with some degree of PTSD. Dogs too. Weredogs too. Some are effected more than others. If it is a problem and how much of a problem depends on a lot of factors - if the soldier has family and support, if he or she turns to booze or drugs, if they do PT, exercise regularly, if they have something religious or spiritual to sustain them, something to heal their heart, mind and soul. Some need counseling. Some don't.
The Army and rest of the military is more treating and recognizing PTSD in military dogs. Dogs are being diagnosed with PTSD, in Afghanistan and Iraq, and treated and retired based on their PTSD. It was not too long ago that military dogs were simply "destroyed" for being defective when they exhibited signs of stress and strain, symptoms now known to be PTSD.
The fact that more people, in particular the military, are recognizing PTSD in dogs is good. It requires that people recognize the emotional life of dogs.
Dogs having emotions has long been trigger issue for a lot of people, people who claim that only mankind has emotions, and to say that dogs and other animals have emotions is to unbalance the order of the world. But I am told that the opposite is true to any person who has ever looked into the eyes of a dog.
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Tracking Skills
We were tracking neos last night through some woods that were not all that dense. But the ground was heavily layered with leaves and decay. Makes tracking a bit more challenging.
At one point Caitlyn, who was lead tracker at the time, said, "Shit," then said, "Sorry," then, "Look at this." I and Warin went forward to her and looked down to where she pointed.
The paw tracks she had bee following turned abruptly into boot tracks. "What the hell?" she said, shaking her head at me.
It's an old trick, switching from paws to boots to feet, and back to paws. It can throw off an inexperienced weretracker, but not one who knows what he or she is looking for.
I showed her where they, two of them, had stopped, shifted, and put on boots. I told her it was likely that they would switch to feet at some point up ahead, if we did not lose their trail, and to stay alert.
"I know, I know," she said, beating me to the punch, "The world needs more lerts."
"We've been spending too much time together," I said. She pouted at me.
We kept on, going slower, listening intently. I had my .40 out. I was watching her almost as much as I was watching the ground. She has learned well. Her skills are mounting. But she has yet to kill. There is no way to know how she will handle that when it happens, and it will happen, given our increased tempo of ops against neos. No contacts lately. But there will be.
The tracks terminated at a dirt road and tire tracks. A truck had picked them up.
On the drive back Caitlyn started talking about the weregirls. 2 in particular she likes, Lena and Wilda. Caitlyn asked if we could bring them into the pack.
"We don't even bring adult werewolves into the pack, girl, only for special visits and meetings," I said. Besides, I told her, we don't even know their situation, especially with the man, their "father."
Figuring out that situation, especially the dad, is another thing to add to my ToDo list, which is already overloaded.
I hope Caitlyn does OK in school today. I had her out late last night. But she seems tireless.
At one point Caitlyn, who was lead tracker at the time, said, "Shit," then said, "Sorry," then, "Look at this." I and Warin went forward to her and looked down to where she pointed.
The paw tracks she had bee following turned abruptly into boot tracks. "What the hell?" she said, shaking her head at me.
It's an old trick, switching from paws to boots to feet, and back to paws. It can throw off an inexperienced weretracker, but not one who knows what he or she is looking for.
I showed her where they, two of them, had stopped, shifted, and put on boots. I told her it was likely that they would switch to feet at some point up ahead, if we did not lose their trail, and to stay alert.
"I know, I know," she said, beating me to the punch, "The world needs more lerts."
"We've been spending too much time together," I said. She pouted at me.
We kept on, going slower, listening intently. I had my .40 out. I was watching her almost as much as I was watching the ground. She has learned well. Her skills are mounting. But she has yet to kill. There is no way to know how she will handle that when it happens, and it will happen, given our increased tempo of ops against neos. No contacts lately. But there will be.
The tracks terminated at a dirt road and tire tracks. A truck had picked them up.
On the drive back Caitlyn started talking about the weregirls. 2 in particular she likes, Lena and Wilda. Caitlyn asked if we could bring them into the pack.
"We don't even bring adult werewolves into the pack, girl, only for special visits and meetings," I said. Besides, I told her, we don't even know their situation, especially with the man, their "father."
Figuring out that situation, especially the dad, is another thing to add to my ToDo list, which is already overloaded.
I hope Caitlyn does OK in school today. I had her out late last night. But she seems tireless.
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Wolves Off ESA
Wolves are off the Endangered Species Act (ESA). Many werewolves are worked up about this, howling about it, asking why they should be working and fighting alongside weredogs to fight a new species bent on erasing homo sapiens, the species that seem bent on wiping out all other species.
A dog spoke to our pack recently about the concept of "Wildlife Trust Doctrine." I had a hard time following her, but the jist of it seems to be that any state has a duty to protect it people and its resources and common heritage. Wildlife has no owners but belongs in trust to all citizens, in common. The state also cannot abrogate this duty, or it breaks trust with its people.
The broader fear of weredogs, and many people, is that if this common duty and trust is broken with wildlife, then it will be also with wilderness. Weres agree with many people that human culture is suffering from a "nature deficit disorder" (Richard Louv), being more and more disconnected with nature, and that it is having very damaging effects on humanity.
Kids are playing outside less and staying indoors more to play at video games and other types of computers. This is having negative effects on their health, physiologically and psychologically.
People who have a connection with nature better understand biodiversity, which is tied to the survival of everything, every species, the entire planet.
Being in and connecting with nature is essential for our health. The key benefit for all hunters, fishermen, climbers, hikers, paddlers, you name it, is being in nature. Nature is a tonic. It soothes our savage spirits.
So, ironically, all those ranchers and other wolf haters that compare the wolf to a modern T Rex (which is almost as funny as it is ridiculous) are vilifying more than just wolves, but the entirety of the wilderness upon which they stake their lives.
Werewolves are getting riled about this and that is another thing to worry about.
A dog spoke to our pack recently about the concept of "Wildlife Trust Doctrine." I had a hard time following her, but the jist of it seems to be that any state has a duty to protect it people and its resources and common heritage. Wildlife has no owners but belongs in trust to all citizens, in common. The state also cannot abrogate this duty, or it breaks trust with its people.
The broader fear of weredogs, and many people, is that if this common duty and trust is broken with wildlife, then it will be also with wilderness. Weres agree with many people that human culture is suffering from a "nature deficit disorder" (Richard Louv), being more and more disconnected with nature, and that it is having very damaging effects on humanity.
Kids are playing outside less and staying indoors more to play at video games and other types of computers. This is having negative effects on their health, physiologically and psychologically.
People who have a connection with nature better understand biodiversity, which is tied to the survival of everything, every species, the entire planet.
Being in and connecting with nature is essential for our health. The key benefit for all hunters, fishermen, climbers, hikers, paddlers, you name it, is being in nature. Nature is a tonic. It soothes our savage spirits.
So, ironically, all those ranchers and other wolf haters that compare the wolf to a modern T Rex (which is almost as funny as it is ridiculous) are vilifying more than just wolves, but the entirety of the wilderness upon which they stake their lives.
Werewolves are getting riled about this and that is another thing to worry about.
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Weregirls
Caitlyn introduced me to a family of weregirls that lives not far from me, here in suburbia. One of the more odd things about this family is that their father is not a were. He is fully human. They have no mother, which is good, because she would be a werewomyn. Werewomyn are a distinct sect of werewolves, all females and adamantly anti-male, and females who consort with males. They do not interact with other werewolves, or anyone, for that matter, except to breed, usually with humans. They tend to live in remotes wilderness areas.
There are five of these weregirls, all in high school. I think they all are the same grade and age. I told Caitlyn to keep a nose on them, to let me know if she smells any trouble hanging around them that might require us to intervene and help them out.
The father is also an Special Forces vet. I cannot let him know that I am also or problems will arise. If we start sharing service dates and places we've been to and names of guys were served with, he will figure out that I am too young for it to make sense. This is why I have never joined the SFA, and have always wished I could.
I have never heard of a human raising, or even living with, werewolves. Need to find out what the story is with these pups and this guy.
There are five of these weregirls, all in high school. I think they all are the same grade and age. I told Caitlyn to keep a nose on them, to let me know if she smells any trouble hanging around them that might require us to intervene and help them out.
The father is also an Special Forces vet. I cannot let him know that I am also or problems will arise. If we start sharing service dates and places we've been to and names of guys were served with, he will figure out that I am too young for it to make sense. This is why I have never joined the SFA, and have always wished I could.
I have never heard of a human raising, or even living with, werewolves. Need to find out what the story is with these pups and this guy.
Friday, November 18, 2011
Ancient Were Tactics
Humans have no idea how many other species they owe for ideas they claim as their own, tactics in particular.
In the 2nd Great Were War, a little over 2 million years ago, weredogs and werewolves, in armies of hundreds of thousands, just hurled themselves at each other and had at it. It was simply a matter of getting into the thick of it, killing as many of the enemy as you could and not getting killed yourself.
Weredogs somehow stumbled upon an edge in these battles. They started going into these fights as small packs, 3 to 4 weredogs, and fighting together, cover each other's backs, creating small redoubts from where they fought until the fighting was done. It was not long before the werewolves countered and started using the same tactic.
Weredogs countered by making the small packs larger, squad-sized, 10 to 12 dogs. And they came up with other variations that allowed them to move, to fight and drive like a wedge into the enemy. The wolves countered. So the dogs countered, increasing the size of these battle-packs to 25 to 30. Soon it was 100. Then flanking attacks became all the rage.
Eventually mankind imitated these tactics. Of course, that has all been forgotten, who first taught mankind about squad-sized and company-sized battle field tactics.
The wedge formation came from birds.
Just setting the record straight. Again.
In the 2nd Great Were War, a little over 2 million years ago, weredogs and werewolves, in armies of hundreds of thousands, just hurled themselves at each other and had at it. It was simply a matter of getting into the thick of it, killing as many of the enemy as you could and not getting killed yourself.
Weredogs somehow stumbled upon an edge in these battles. They started going into these fights as small packs, 3 to 4 weredogs, and fighting together, cover each other's backs, creating small redoubts from where they fought until the fighting was done. It was not long before the werewolves countered and started using the same tactic.
Weredogs countered by making the small packs larger, squad-sized, 10 to 12 dogs. And they came up with other variations that allowed them to move, to fight and drive like a wedge into the enemy. The wolves countered. So the dogs countered, increasing the size of these battle-packs to 25 to 30. Soon it was 100. Then flanking attacks became all the rage.
Eventually mankind imitated these tactics. Of course, that has all been forgotten, who first taught mankind about squad-sized and company-sized battle field tactics.
The wedge formation came from birds.
Just setting the record straight. Again.
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