Dog Orthos, Amazing

A littermate of a member of my pack works for this outfit:

OrthoPet

Amazing outfit/company. I suspect that Patrice Mich is werefolk, dog or wolf I cannot be certain. But that has been neither confirmed nor denied.

Some of these animals benefited from OrthoPet prowess:

Bionic Animals

Many weredogs worry that mankind has become too violent and destructive and greedy. And on the other hand we see people doing these kinds of things, for creatures that many critics say have no right to receive such gifts and sustain such costs, not when there are people who need prosthetics. But the people who do these things, see these efforts which allow a two-legged dog to walk, these people truly understand the nature of cost and benefit. And that is a nice counter-point to have in your holster when arguing with wolves, and even dogs, who claim mankind is over the edge.

Just such a dog joined out pack recently. She has been very involved in the whole puppy mill mess in Missouri. She is not real happy with humans right now. More on her later.

Nazi Werewolves

My recent travels got me back into an old mess that I had hoped I would never again have to dirty my paws with.

In the days right after the end of World War 2 I got involved with a campaign in Germany to put down an insurgency in post-war Germany involving what was call the "Werwolves." They were a network of former Nazis who had gone underground to conduct an insurgency against Allied forces. Their intent was to kill US and other Allied soldiers through means of bombs and guns, but also a slew of other absurd methods which included a slew of poisons, some of which were not even very potent, it turned out. Often the delivery system was the problem. These included cigarettes, aspirins and coffee, and various other foods, as well as glass pellets. They were not very effective, mostly because of the Allied, mostly U.S., counter-measures, which we launched as soon as U.S. intelligence got wind of the rumors of these werewolves.

There were actual werewolves involved. Many werewolves got involved in the Third Reich, some rising to high ranks. They saw it as the best opportunity that had come along in many centuries to knock mankind down a a few notches, possibly even put them back on their heels. A werewolf told me many years later that the best part, which was lost on none of them, was the irony that humans were going to be the driving force in their own downfall.

I was contacted by an M.I. officer who I knew, a weredog, who wanted me involved. I have to tell you that at first I was very concerned, due to the reports I read about their preparations and plans. But we wiped them out and scarfed them all up in a little over 2 years, mostly due to 2 things. One, we went after them very aggressively, with "extreme prejudice," a nice little phrase we used later, in Vietnam. We were very war weary and had no intentions of messing around, wanted to stamp out any residual Nazi nastiness as quickly as possible. Two, the rumors were exaggerated and the werewolves were overconfident, a fatal German flaw. Halfway through 1946 most of the werewolves involved saw this and bailed, made themselves scarce. This was a disappointment to all weredogs involved as we thought we might bag a lot of werewolves, get a high body count.

One of the werewolves involved was named Lothar. He fought in and barely managed to get out of Russia, then spent the final days of the war as Hitler's body guard. During that time Lothar fell in love with Blondi. Now it gets good. Hitler loved dogs, particularly German Shepherds. Go figure. He had two females, in particular, who he loved most of all - Blondi and Bella. Blondi was a werewolf. Bella was a weredog.

Life is always messy, even for weredogs. There were weredogs in the Third Reich. They were attracted by the order and discipline, the martial attitude. The story of what happened to them all, during and after the war, is an epic story in itself. Many lost faith in the Nazis, and the Germans, when saw or heard of some of the horrors that were SOP for the Nazis. Bella stayed with Hitler until the end. She told me once, the only time we ever spoke of this topic, that yes, her master was a bit insane, but that also he was a wounded and damaged man. Yeah, whatever.

Anyway, with Blondi dead and Lothar and Bella on the run and underground he joined the werewolves. He told me that at first it seemed brilliant and plausible. But he soon realized that it was futile and not fully baked.

Seeing the writing on the wall, so to speak, Lothar decided to become scarce. But what to do with Bella, who was very much a broken dog and, Lothar feared, unwilling to go on living. She was past her shift time and needed to phase over to human. So Lothar contacted me, in the midst of all this werewolf mess, and managed to convince me that he was not setting a trap and convinced me to try to smuggle Bella out of Germany. I agreed. We got her out. She was, after all, a weredog. What choice did I have?

I never thought that I would ever again lay eyes on Bella. I was wrong.

My Family

I am back, but not with Jack and Sherri and the boys. I am undecided as to whether I will show back up there or not. I have let myself in 2 different nights, to check for bad scents and to look in on them, just stick my nose in their rooms while they are sleeping. Jack awoke one of those nights and got up with a .40 in-hand. But he saw Duchess, who was moving about the house with me, and just figured it was her being restless.

One of the new developments is that they have a new dogs, Duchess. She is a large shepherd-husky mix with a luxurious all white coat. She says that this summer heat it kicking her tail. She is a dog, but would make a goo weredog. I might nominate her to the pack.

Through Duchess I hear how they all are doing, which is about the same. The big change is the boys, who at soon both to be 16 and are going through all the phases of trials of teen angst. No matter how many generations I watch it I still cannot quite understand it. It scares and intrigues me.

In my recent travels I covered a lot of ground, went all over the U.S., then to Canada, and then over to Europe and eventually over to the Middle East, Afghanistan and even Iran. It is sometimes easier to move about as a dog in the Middle East. But, damn, life is hard in that part of the world for dogs. Keeping dogs as pets in Iran ranks right up there on the no-no list with teaching girls to read. Muslim clerics claim it is to western and anger Allah. Whatever.

I met and stayed for a while with a woman in Iran who runs a secret girl's school. In A-stan I saw the female battalions that the U.S. is trying to get trained and in the field, as well as did a lot of sneaking in and out of Taliban enclaves.

Raunch Fem and Humping Legs

Female dogs, some, will hump legs, even other dogs, sometimes males. Not many do this, but some. Obviously it is for show, because they do not have the equipment to actually do anything with the humping. At least not the same thing that male dogs have in mind. They do it as a dominance play, to gain more dominance within their pack.

It is the same thing with "raunch feminism," that newer iteration of feminism which strives to achieve true equality with males through females acting as raunchy, or more raunchy, than males. This amounts to girls and young women seeking fights with other girls, dressing like prostitutes, and being sexually predatory, allowing males to sit back and be pursued.

This is not all that new. History is full of women who have fought or fucked as aggressively as males. In history there was Boudicca, Joan of Arc, Mary Read, and more recently in Afghanistan, Bibi Ayesha, a woman and a warlord. In movies and TV there has been Sarah Connor, Beatrix Kiddo, Ellen Ripley and Xena.

The difference now is that never before has this occurred in such numbers. The current fashion and trend is for girls and young women to play the toughy and raunch games. In the last few years I have seen numerous fights between young women, usually in bars and public places, and I'm not talking cat fights. (Sorry, Bailey and Rooster.) I'm talking fist fights with real punches. Well, mostly real punches.

So what is the outcome of this? Will this be good for human societies or bad? Will one side or the other in this current war have an advantage if it can double its potential pool of warriors, or is that where this leads? Is Xena a fantasy or an inevitability? I can tell you this, you do not want to tangle with the females in my pack, or piss any of them off by implying that they are lesser warriors because she does not sport a penis sheath. But maybe werefolk are different than humans.

Chester

chester.weredog@gmail.com

A New Leader

Caitlyn and Warin have been busy while I've been gone. They have built a coalition of weredogs and werewolves in KC and ben hitting hard at the neos and their operations, so hard in fact that they have been hard to find and hit over the past several months.

Caitlyn has proven a hell of a leader. Some say she fulfills a prophecy. She is a ferocious fighter and a born and passionate leader. She has matured beyond her actual years, physically. This is not uncommon, but somewhat rare. She will be attending a local high school, and since her appearance has changed and looks different no problems are anticipated with other kids recognizing her. If that becomes a problems then either she or she and Warin will relocate to somewhere else.

Warin, the half-breed that he is, has gotten dogs and wolves in our AO to come together for planning and operations on a scope not seen in many millennia. I have been going out with them nearly every night on patrols and pow-wows, meetings with other weredog packs and with werewolves, who have been organizing in ways not seen in many millennia.

It is good to be back with my pack. I have missed them. All.

Dogs and Wolves

I have learned a lot, in my recent travels, about dogs and wolves, canines in general.

Dogs and wolves are not the same. Dog is canis familiaris and wolves are canis lupus. Both are also, of course, of the canis genus - canines, which also includes foxes, coyotes, dingoes, etc.

Dogs started hanging out with man anywhere from 10,000 to 20,000 years ago, depending on who you listen to. Some say earlier. Some say more recently. A recent Swedish-Chinese study claims to have proof that dogs were first domesticated 16,500 years ago in what is now China.

The familiaris qualifier has only been established for dogs in the past 20 years. It has been debated as to whether it was necessary. It stood because it simply cannot be debated that dogs, due to their centuries of affiliation with men, now have a psychology and physiology distinct from wolves. Yes, they are still more similar than dissimilar. But they are different. Dogs rarely survive the wild. And wolves never make good pets, or adapt to domestication well.

Yes, there is that Russian project, started in the 1950s, that shows that foxes can be domesticated in just a few generations, as few as three. But those are foxes, not wolves. Their smaller size and tendency to live alone makes them more apt candidates for domestication.

Dogs did not derive just from wolves. They also derived from the other wild canines, such as foxes and coyotes. Think that chihuahua derived from a wolf? Think again. And there are likely numerous canine species that are now extinct that were original sources for dogs.

One of the big debates amongst dog-focused archeologists is whether dogs were first attracted to and drawn to man by fire or by the trash dumps. I favor the trash dump theory. Canines are equal hunters and scavengers. Once they got used to eating man's leftovers, near man, it was a done deal. Lassie was not far behind.

When turned out, dogs can revert to their wild nature, which, like humans, is right under their domestic veneer. Success also depends on the breed. Shepherds and pit bulls have a better chance of surviving on their own. Cocker spaniels and bassett hounds, not so much.

Dogs can kill. They can adapt. But it takes generations for a dog line to become truly wild again. A wild dog, if rescued, will be just that, rescued. He will prefer the domesticated life. A wolf will not. He prefers the wild. Domestication for him means death. Cats, of course, are very different. They can go feral in one generation, hell, one lifetime. But those are cats, not dogs.

Dingos are indeed an example of dogs gone wild (not to be confused with Girls Gone Wild). But it did not happen over night. (In the case of GGW it usually does happen over night.)

One thing I find interesting is that even though dog is man's best friend, being called a dog is an insult, in most cultures. The wolf, on the other hand, which humans have long feared and have tried to hunt to global extinction, is held in high regard. I used to work with a smallish and roundish programmer who had "Lobo Solo" tattooed on his left pec. He was very proud of that tat, would show it off for any request. I also have known quite a few people who were into Native American traditions and claimed to have a wolf spirit guide. I have never known, or heard of, anyone who claimed to have a poodle spirit guide. Go figure.

All this is distinct from werefolk, of course. Weredogs and werewolves split off from other canines a long time, several million years, before homo sapiens ever even stood up on two legs and started strutting their stuff. Ah ha! you might say. How did weredogs precede dogs? Good question. There is an even better answer, and it is quite simple. But that will have to wait.