Several questions have come to me about weredog communication. I will attempt a short answer.
Weres and dogs communicate differently than humans. Surprise. This is due to the fact they and we have different physiologies - vocal cords, eyes, ear, coats.
Most humans have a hard time with the concept that communication can happen outside the complete sentence. In fact, most human communication is non-verbal, via body language, such as posture. But, dogs and weres communicate by means of things that humans cannot detect, such as scent. Fear has a strong scent. So does arousal.
Coat behavior is another means of communication amongst canines. Raised hackles are one example. There are others. Many. The tails and ears are big. I am particularly drawn to the hairs on the neck. We see them. People don't.
In dog form I am a dog. In human form I am a man. In were form I am were. But, in human form I can connect with dogs much easier than the average human. In dog form I cannot "talk" to humans, other than in those quaint ways that all dogs struggle to do so with their humans. In were form I can communicate with both dogs and humans.
Weredog vocal cords are unique to primates and canines. We can make sounds that are familiar to both dogs and people, and alien to both.
There is a were language, and there are several were dialects. Dog and wolf at two separate dialects. But they are close enough that we can talk without much problem. It is like people from Boston and Dallas trying to pallaver. Some of you know, that is not always pretty.
There is more to tell. But, just got in. Much to do. Getting late. Busy night. Plan to sleep most of the day.
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Caitlyn
We took the girl to Holly's. Her name is Caitlyn. Holy talked to her most of that night, trying to determine her state of mind.
Linc, one of our pack, showed up. He'd heard about the girl. Said he wanted to help. But, he was curious. Say what you will, but dogs are at least as curious as cats. When we told him her name he got excited.
"Caitlyn? That won't work."
"Why?"
"A weredog named Caitlyn? Are you kidding? Might as well name her 'Cat' and be done with it."
I told him, "Linc, go over there in that corner and lick yourself until we call for you."
"Hey. I'm just sayin'."
The 2 werewolves showed up late, near dawn, moving slower than normal. One kept belching and saying, "Jeez. 'Scuse me." They wanted to know about the girl. But, also they said got some new neo information. As they were dining out in the sticks they were approached by a coyote that said he had to tell them something. In exchange for some of the pedophile the coyote told them some surprising information.
Linc, one of our pack, showed up. He'd heard about the girl. Said he wanted to help. But, he was curious. Say what you will, but dogs are at least as curious as cats. When we told him her name he got excited.
"Caitlyn? That won't work."
"Why?"
"A weredog named Caitlyn? Are you kidding? Might as well name her 'Cat' and be done with it."
I told him, "Linc, go over there in that corner and lick yourself until we call for you."
"Hey. I'm just sayin'."
The 2 werewolves showed up late, near dawn, moving slower than normal. One kept belching and saying, "Jeez. 'Scuse me." They wanted to know about the girl. But, also they said got some new neo information. As they were dining out in the sticks they were approached by a coyote that said he had to tell them something. In exchange for some of the pedophile the coyote told them some surprising information.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Iberian Wolves Prefer Wild Roe Deer To Domestic Animals
Iberian Wolves Prefer Wild Roe Deer To Domestic Animals
http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2009/10/091023104702.htm
"A Spanish researcher has analyzed the preferences of wolves from the north east of the Iberian Peninsula to demonstrate that, in reality, their favorite prey are roe deer, deer and wild boar, ahead of domestic ruminants (sheep, goats, cows and horses)."
I have discussed this with many wolves. Most of them say that of course wolves, and werewolves, prefer wild meat. Wild meat is much tastier, and healthier, than domesticated meat.
I got to admit, there is something very tasty about wild meat, eaten in the field, in the cold, with steam rising from the animal's still cooling body.
Am I sounding like a wolf? Hey. I am a dog.
Chester
http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2009/10/091023104702.htm
"A Spanish researcher has analyzed the preferences of wolves from the north east of the Iberian Peninsula to demonstrate that, in reality, their favorite prey are roe deer, deer and wild boar, ahead of domestic ruminants (sheep, goats, cows and horses)."
I have discussed this with many wolves. Most of them say that of course wolves, and werewolves, prefer wild meat. Wild meat is much tastier, and healthier, than domesticated meat.
I got to admit, there is something very tasty about wild meat, eaten in the field, in the cold, with steam rising from the animal's still cooling body.
Am I sounding like a wolf? Hey. I am a dog.
Chester
Missing Girl
Warin and I, and 2 werewolves we have ben working with, found a missing kid, by accident.
Warin and these 2 wolves have been tracking a group of neo's that we got scent of in our pack area. We thought we had found the neo's. Instead we found a young girl held captive in a basement. Neo's and pedophiles have similar scent traits.
We decided we had no choice than to rescue the 9-year-old girl. That is one of the things we do. We had to explain this to the werewolves. It did not take all that much convincing.
We did call Holly and she came right over. She is the wise old bitch of our pack. She said if we did rescue her she would be ruined, her mind broken. Holly said the girl's only hope was wereturn.
The wolves quickly said she then should turned the way of wolf. We, of course, said dog. We negotiated and it was agreed that the girl would be offered to become a weredog. In exchange our 2 werewolf partners got the pedophile. But, they had to promise to take him far into the country to do what they would do with him.
"Make sure you bury his remains," I said.
"There won't be any remains," said one of the wolves, with a big wolfish grin. No one does a wolfish grin like a wolf. They are so good at it.
Warin and these 2 wolves have been tracking a group of neo's that we got scent of in our pack area. We thought we had found the neo's. Instead we found a young girl held captive in a basement. Neo's and pedophiles have similar scent traits.
We decided we had no choice than to rescue the 9-year-old girl. That is one of the things we do. We had to explain this to the werewolves. It did not take all that much convincing.
We did call Holly and she came right over. She is the wise old bitch of our pack. She said if we did rescue her she would be ruined, her mind broken. Holly said the girl's only hope was wereturn.
The wolves quickly said she then should turned the way of wolf. We, of course, said dog. We negotiated and it was agreed that the girl would be offered to become a weredog. In exchange our 2 werewolf partners got the pedophile. But, they had to promise to take him far into the country to do what they would do with him.
"Make sure you bury his remains," I said.
"There won't be any remains," said one of the wolves, with a big wolfish grin. No one does a wolfish grin like a wolf. They are so good at it.
Jack
Jack is in a weird place. But, he still constantly mystifies me. For example, he feeds to local wild rabbits. He leaves leftover fruits and vegetables. I have seen him in blind rages and know he has done acts of amazing brutality. And yet he feeds wild rabbits. He places the fruits and veggies at spots outside around the house, and checks on them.
He also has been feeding a wild, feral car that lives under the porch of a neighbor. He has been doing this for many months, leaving cat food, dry an canned, out in small dishes. The cat, a female, had a litter before Christmas. So, now more feral feline mouths to feed.
During the heavy snows we had a few weeks ago, one of the kittens got hit by a car, 2 teenagers, boy and girl. Sherry stopped to help, and brought the kitten home, in the hope that it was not dead and that Jack could help it. He could not. It was dead. I went out and sniffed it. Shore 'nuff. Dead as meat.
Jack left it in the garage. The temps were subzero. And he kept going out there, several times throughout the night, and to stare at that dead kitten. I didn't understand it.
That is another thing we do not understand about humans, is this obsession with death. When something, or someone, is dead, they're dead. Bye-bye. No time for too much grieving. Other things to worry about. This is probably why we do not understand the human need for and construct of religion. But, I digress.
Way past 3am, during Jack's last trip out to the garage to stare at the dead cat, it hit me. He felt responsible. He fed them. Had he not, it would not have been crossing the street to eat or go back to under the porch.
Jack is too kind. I think if he were less kind he would be less lonely.
He also has been feeding a wild, feral car that lives under the porch of a neighbor. He has been doing this for many months, leaving cat food, dry an canned, out in small dishes. The cat, a female, had a litter before Christmas. So, now more feral feline mouths to feed.
During the heavy snows we had a few weeks ago, one of the kittens got hit by a car, 2 teenagers, boy and girl. Sherry stopped to help, and brought the kitten home, in the hope that it was not dead and that Jack could help it. He could not. It was dead. I went out and sniffed it. Shore 'nuff. Dead as meat.
Jack left it in the garage. The temps were subzero. And he kept going out there, several times throughout the night, and to stare at that dead kitten. I didn't understand it.
That is another thing we do not understand about humans, is this obsession with death. When something, or someone, is dead, they're dead. Bye-bye. No time for too much grieving. Other things to worry about. This is probably why we do not understand the human need for and construct of religion. But, I digress.
Way past 3am, during Jack's last trip out to the garage to stare at the dead cat, it hit me. He felt responsible. He fed them. Had he not, it would not have been crossing the street to eat or go back to under the porch.
Jack is too kind. I think if he were less kind he would be less lonely.
Where to Begin - Update
Times are hard for me when Jack does not sleep. He has been staying up most nights, watching TV, old movies, drinking, getting drunk most often, not passing out until too late for me to make any good use of the night.
Those few nights he does allow me some opportunity to slip out have been filled. Warin keeps asking how soon it is for me to phase over to human.
We know more about neo's. Our dogs have completed, for the most part, their studies of the neo corpse. Their findings are surprising. More later.
I found Sarah. More later.
Things in weredom are getting crazy. Too many changes. Dogs are acting like wolves. Wolves are acting like dogs. I recently fought and wounded a weredog in defense of a werewolf. The shit-storm that ensued was what you might expect.
My family, Jack and Sherry and the boys, are in major crisis. Much of my available time is spent trying to cover and keep on top of them. And the markets are back up, some, and I have not been able to stay on top of my investments. I don't even have a plan.
Due to the recent fight and wounding, mentioned above, I am "caninus non gratis" in many weredog circles right now. I should not even be doing this blog.
Everyone is gone. House is empty. Got to make use of this time. And really need to slip out tonight.
Those few nights he does allow me some opportunity to slip out have been filled. Warin keeps asking how soon it is for me to phase over to human.
We know more about neo's. Our dogs have completed, for the most part, their studies of the neo corpse. Their findings are surprising. More later.
I found Sarah. More later.
Things in weredom are getting crazy. Too many changes. Dogs are acting like wolves. Wolves are acting like dogs. I recently fought and wounded a weredog in defense of a werewolf. The shit-storm that ensued was what you might expect.
My family, Jack and Sherry and the boys, are in major crisis. Much of my available time is spent trying to cover and keep on top of them. And the markets are back up, some, and I have not been able to stay on top of my investments. I don't even have a plan.
Due to the recent fight and wounding, mentioned above, I am "caninus non gratis" in many weredog circles right now. I should not even be doing this blog.
Everyone is gone. House is empty. Got to make use of this time. And really need to slip out tonight.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Lexus Pizza
On the way back from the dog run yesterday Jack stopped at a light behind a Lexus pizza delivery vehicle. "Only in Johnson County," he said.
Sven and Rick wore only hoodies and tennis shoes to the dog run. It was around 12 degrees. Half a foot of snow. Jack did not bitch at them. Much. They kept saying that nothing would happen, and it it did, they have their phones. I wanted to bit them.
Too much has happened this month, December, to tell it all in a few posts. Jack did not laugh at the Lexus. 2 years ago he would have. I cannot recall the last time I heard he and Sherry say "I love you" to each other. They do not even say "Hello" to each other anymore. Ricky is acting more erratic, lying more. Sven is more somber. Basketball tryouts this week. Both will play. Hopefully, that will help their moods.
No major dramas at the New Year's Party. No neo scent. No weres. Lots of drunken crazy. A drunken dirty-blonde tried to get me to take her in one of the bathrooms, upstairs. I managed to extricate myself with some tact. She accused me of being queer. She probably would have made too much noise and puked on me. Would not have been the first time.
There have been many emergency pack meetings, at all levels. Werewolves have been attending. Never seen that before. Word is that neo's do not like the cold, and it has been very cold around here lately. Snow coming down several times a week. 6 more inches last night. We weres have been making use of the cold to make some moves on the neos. Can't say more than that, now. Warin and I were out last night with 2 werewolves. Special errand. It was glorious. Sub-zero temperatures. We ran in wereform. Damn, but those freakin' wolves love the cold. Their coats all are dark. Mine is dark yellow. Most nights it is not a problem. But, lately, last night, the moonlight refracts off the snow, lights me up like a star cluster.
Our new foursome, Warin and I and the 2 wolves, works well. It is like we have been working and operating together for a long time. Have to see how it evolves. To think that I have been wrong about werewolves all this many, long years is a disturbing thought.
Sven and Rick wore only hoodies and tennis shoes to the dog run. It was around 12 degrees. Half a foot of snow. Jack did not bitch at them. Much. They kept saying that nothing would happen, and it it did, they have their phones. I wanted to bit them.
Too much has happened this month, December, to tell it all in a few posts. Jack did not laugh at the Lexus. 2 years ago he would have. I cannot recall the last time I heard he and Sherry say "I love you" to each other. They do not even say "Hello" to each other anymore. Ricky is acting more erratic, lying more. Sven is more somber. Basketball tryouts this week. Both will play. Hopefully, that will help their moods.
No major dramas at the New Year's Party. No neo scent. No weres. Lots of drunken crazy. A drunken dirty-blonde tried to get me to take her in one of the bathrooms, upstairs. I managed to extricate myself with some tact. She accused me of being queer. She probably would have made too much noise and puked on me. Would not have been the first time.
There have been many emergency pack meetings, at all levels. Werewolves have been attending. Never seen that before. Word is that neo's do not like the cold, and it has been very cold around here lately. Snow coming down several times a week. 6 more inches last night. We weres have been making use of the cold to make some moves on the neos. Can't say more than that, now. Warin and I were out last night with 2 werewolves. Special errand. It was glorious. Sub-zero temperatures. We ran in wereform. Damn, but those freakin' wolves love the cold. Their coats all are dark. Mine is dark yellow. Most nights it is not a problem. But, lately, last night, the moonlight refracts off the snow, lights me up like a star cluster.
Our new foursome, Warin and I and the 2 wolves, works well. It is like we have been working and operating together for a long time. Have to see how it evolves. To think that I have been wrong about werewolves all this many, long years is a disturbing thought.
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