Laying Low

I have been laying low lately, trying to stay off certain radars, and also traveling.

I found my family, Jack and the gang. They had moved. I didn't know because I was gone when they moved. I lived in the old house for some weeks before a surprised realtor found me napping one day, after a full night of patrolling, when she came in one morning to show the house to some buyers.

I finally found Sarah. Or, actually, she found me. Long story.

Sven and Rick are seniors in high school, both doing their best to graduate, and at times doing their best not to. Braden is back from the war and Tyler is out of rehab. Jack is working at the VA and Sherri spends al day on the phone giving out medical advice.

I cannot speak or write about current or proposed operations against neos. Nor can I talk or write about any encounters or discussions that I have had with Varans or Waerwulfas. Nor can I talk about any werewolf pack meetings that I might or might not have attended to foster cooperation and propose joint operations.

But there's lots of other things I can tell about.

Doga: Yoga for Dogs

For all you dogs and people who want to exercise together.

http://www.livescience.com/26397-yoga-dogs-doga-classes.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+Livesciencecom+%28LiveScience.com+Science+Headline+Feed%29

Don't ask me. I just work here.

Kids More Active with Dogs

http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2010/09/100921084919.htm

Children whose families own dogs are more active than those without, according to new research.

Go figure.

Back Home -

I am back home now, have been for about three weeks. It should be three months. But I has snatched and detained. I say "detained"now, but that detention was nearly my end. Had I not been able to convince the Varans and Waerwulfas who had me chained up that my recent travels and efforts were for the good of all, it would have been my end.

One of the older twins, Braden, is back home, medically discharged from the Army, having hard times with his injury, the loss of a foot, and PTSD.

He bought a civ versn of the M4 and sleeps with it. Without it he cannot sleep. I go in each night and remove the magazine while he sleeps. But he started figuring that out, of course, and has begun stashing spare mags in his room. So I started removing the firing pin and leaving it on his dresser. He figured that out too and now twice daily breaks down, checks and cleans that M4.

Sven and Rick are doing OK, no major problems, fewer than I expected. But they do spent far too much time in the basement, in the dark, playing video games for my liking.

Tyler has been out of rehab for some time. He is doing well,

Family At Home

Jack and Sherry and the boys are back home. I have been sniffing them repeatedly for clues. I am dumbfounded.

I spent months in this house alone, trying to figure out and find them.

They seem fine and the same, except for a very thin tendril of scent that I cannot identify, that I did not even detect on them at first, so subtle is it.

Warin told me "Go home" when I got to his house. He would not say more. I got here early morn, as Jack was making coffee. I barked to be let in and it didn't take long. He yelled and dropped to his knees and hugged me, nearly crushed me. Our noise got up the boys and Shelly, who all came running downstairs, all saying "Chester! Chester! Chester!"

I am going to spend the day staying close to them, trying to get a clue as to where they have been.

Warin told me there is a pack meeting tonight and I have to be there.

Correlation Dog Causation

An economist weredog who I know swears this is the funniest cartoon he has ever read.

Click on the cartoon to see the whole thing.

SOF K-9 Memorial Unveiled

This is big in the K-9 and werefolk communities.

http://sofk9memorial.com/statue_unveiling__celebration-1

The SOF K-9 Memorial Foundation to Honor Fallen Canines at Airborne & Special Operations Museum

FAYETTEVILLE, N.C. - At 10:00 a.m. on Saturday, July 27, the Special Operations Forces (SOF) K-9 Memorial Foundation will host a statue unveiling and celebration at the Airborne and Special Operations Museum to memorialize the bravery and dedication of the Special Operations K-9 Soldier.

The memorial is a life-sized, bronze statue of a Belgian Malinois dressed in full combat gear. The Belgian Malinois is smart, like the German shepherd, but has shorter hair and handles heat better.

This will be the only memorial specifically dedicated to special operations K-9s in the world. Surrounding the statue are 58 paver stones listing the names of the dogs that were Killed In Action (KIA). "Like their human counter-parts, Special Operations Multi Purpose Canines (MPC) are specially selected, trained and equipped to serve in roles not expected of the traditional Military Working Dog (MWD)," said Chuck Yerry, President of the SOF K-9 Memorial Foundation. "Truly daring and brave, these dogs often lead their Soldier team-members in the most dire conditions to save lives and complete the mission."

The memorial is on the Parade Field with paver stones created from North Carolina granite. Each stone bears the name, country of origin and year a Special Operations dog was killed.

Leaving Camp, Heading Home

I got a call from Warin a few days ago. He says I have to get back there, that it is important. So, I am departing camp tonight. Will be back at Warin's house sometime during the night. What time depends on where I stop and how long along the way. There are several good to great werefolk bars and cafes between here and there.

In particular, there is a very good werewolf BBQ joint, in an out of the way location, that has some of the most amazing and unique BBQ. The werewolf who owns the place and masters the pit is a sorcerer of meat.

People do sometimes find their way to this place. But they get a different menu than werefolk. Some of the stuff on the weremenu would not please the palettes of people.

We have trained a lot of werefolk here in these recent and past months. I have been surprised at how many werefolk, even werewolves, have let go their fighting skills and instincts. Such is the lure and blur of civilized life, I suppose. I have communicated with other such training centers all over the U.S. and Canada, and the world, where the same training and results is ongoing.

I will be back in KC tomorrow. Wonder if Warin has any word or leads on Jack and the family.

Woman Finds Dog in Rubble after Tornado

This lady finds her dog in the rubble that was her house in Moore, Oklahoma, after a tornado leveled it, as she is being interviewed.

http://gawker.com/oklahoma-tornado-survivor-finds-missing-dog-during-live-509025167?utm_campaign=socialflow_gawker_facebook&utm_source=gawker_facebook&utm_medium=socialflow

Savour Every Moment

Keith Hopkin also made this vid for the Petcurean pet food company.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O0iRYycmlOI

Dogs in Cars Video

Keith Hopkin is a weredog.

http://dogs-in-cars.com

Over a million hits.

Huan, Greatest of the Elvish Wolfhounds

One of the werewolves here now as a trainee is a professor of literature...I know, surprised me too. He is a Tolkien fan, amongst other fandoms, and he told something last night very interesting. We were talking about old stories and legends and werelore in general, and he started telling tidbits and trivias from literature and history.

This wolfprof said that the battle between Huan and Draugluin is based upon a historical event and that Tolkien was a weredog. He also said that if Tolkien had been a werewolf he would have told it differently.

In J.R.R. Tolkien's histories, of Middle-earth and the Undying Lands, there was a vast array of good and evil, of heroes and villains, and they were, of course, often brought together to do battle.

In this time and place, evil created many evil beasts to torment the peoples of Middle-earth. The wolves and werewolves of Melkor the Dark Enemy were some of the more vile and terrifying. Note: These wolves were not normals wolves, but creatures created by evil, for evil.

One of the most over-looked heroes is Huan, largest and fiercest and lord of the wolfhounds, who were created, or maybe magically bred, by the elves to oppose and destroy the wolves and werewolves. They were very effective. And Huan was the greatest of them, enormous in size and strength and also immortal. Oh, and he spoke and understood the languages of men and elves.

To free his lord, Huan went to Sauron's tower on the Isle of Werewolves. There he slew multitudes of werewolves before finally Draugluin, lord and sire of all werewolves, came out to face Huan. It was an epic battle, but Huan killed Draugluin. Then Sauron came out, pissed off about losing his top werewolf, and Huan kicked his ass also. Sauron surrendered the tower and dispelled all his forces and fled.

Damn. And hoo-ah.

This wolfprof says that that story derives, with some alterations, from the time of all-out war between the forces of neanderthals and werewolves and those of humans and weredogs, that it happened approximately 12,000 years ago. I am intrigued and seeking more details.

Also, you have not lived until you have tried to teach werewolves fire discipline with rifles and pistols. Most want to be cowboys and fire gangsta style. Dog help me.

Breaks over. Back to the range.

Weretigers and Werelions

When I was traveling last year I heard rumors about weretigers. I've heard them before. There have long been legends of weretigers in East Asia and Southern Russia.

There are legends of werelions amongst the Kung bushman of the Kalahari. The werelions did not bother the Kung as long as the Kung did not bother them. There were laws, abided to by both species. It was not until Europeans arrived in the area that troubles began, when werelions began attacking European colonials. The Europeans thought it was insurgents. Their weredogs knew better, and took the fight to the werelions, who were all either killed or driven off.

John Harry Caldwell in the 1920s killed a lot of tigers in northern China and souther Russia and was often told by local elders that they could not be tigers simply because a man killed them.

The Wu Guild was started by a bunch of weredogs in China that had just dealt with and eradicated and run off a large pack of werewolves that had been preying on locals in a nearby district. A dog guild is a pack with a very focused mission.

Given that their mission was to serve and protect humans they investigated, assuming it was another group of werewolves masquerading as tigers. After several weeks, the story goes, they were confronted by an enormous weretiger who spoke to them and seemed as surprised about their existence as they were of his. According to reports, the guild leader tried to talk to the weretiger, but was killed for his troubles. The rest of the pack attacked.

That weredog guild fought and tracked and hunted and and finally killed that weretiger. It took them nearly a month. But only three of that guild pack made it out of those mountains, claiming they killed the weretiger, and carrying just two of their friends bodies. No rumors were ever again heard of a weretiger or any other kind of werefeline, dog be praised.

Until recently.

Wolf Wisdom

There are several werewolves here acting as trainers. I have to admit, their tracking skills are impressive. And their tactics for pursuit and fighting while in movement are also impressive. But they tend to want to leave camp at night and either run around in the nearby woods and fields, hunting and/or howling, or head to the nearby bars, the favorite of which is a strip joint known for its rough crowd.

Rumors are that the rough crowd has thinned out lately at the strip joint, that an regular there, a locally infamous biker named "Snake" who is known for being rough with the dancers, and also with his girlfriend and her daughters, has not been in for over a week, and neither has been seen at home about that same time. Too bad. Sounds like a great guy.

Did I mention that werewolves make damn good vigilantes?

One of our werewolf trainers helps me teach some soft skills classes, such as Critical Decisions and ROE, Rules of Engagement. Thursday in class a student, a labradoodle from St. Louis, asked a question that took the discussion off into a philosophical tangent. After some rambling about between us and the students, this wolf trainer offered up these tenets of wolf wisdom which he says he was taught by his pack as a young pup.

Wolf credo:
Respect your elders - They know things, they raised you.
Teach the young - They are the future of your pack.
Cooperate with the pack - The pack that hunts together, eats together.
Play when you can - All word makes for a dull wolf.
Hunt when you must - Or you will go hungry or starve.
Rest in between - An exhausted wolf can't hunt well.
Share your affections - Doing so bonds you to your pack and they to you.
Voice your feelings - So your pack knows how you feel about things. And keeping it caged inside you will kill you.
Leave your mark - So your friends and foes know where you are and where you were, for security as well as legacy.

We are cutting everyone loose to go into town tonight. Hope we do not regret that. Hopefully the weather will keep anyone from getting hurt, killed or thrown into jail or the dog pound.

Dog Joke

A wolf told this joke the last night.

A girl was visiting her friend who had acquired two new dogs and asked the friend what their names were. The blonde friend said that one was named Rolex and one was named Timex. The girl said, "Whoever heard of someone naming dogs like that?"  The blonde friend laughed and said, "Don't you know anything? They're watch dogs!"

Wolves love to tell dog jokes. But then dogs love to tell dog jokes. It is interesting to note that probably neither dogs or wolves write their own material.

How to Spot a Neo

I get asked a lot how to spot a neo. It is easier for a dog, or some sort of canid, than it is for people, as a canine can tell easily by scent, smell. But people can do it too, easily, when they learn how.

A neo has a bad smell, something that is sour and putrid about it, even to the canid nose, morse so than feces or corpses. And their voices convey something that is not right, has a tinny edge that is not quite natural. And their posture and the way they move is not good or natural. And worst of all is their eyes, which do not seem to fit into either predator or prey categories, but into something purely vile and evil.

Dick Cheney is a neo. No doubt about it. So is Nancy Pelosi. Cheney is a bit more obvious about it. The Kardashians are all neos.

When a person, or dog or wolf, makes your hackles jump up like they are on fire, makes you feel uneasy, like you want to get away, or draw your weapons, prepare to fight or defend, gives you a bad or sick feeling in your gut by just being near them, then there is a good chance that individual is a neo. Watch him/her. Do not take your eyes off him/her.

Some neos lack hair or do not have much of it. Many neos use fake hair to disguise. And I am not just referring to head hair, or even just face hair. I mean hair all over. People are supposed to have hair on their arms and legs, some. Some people are not very hairy. But even those people have hair, just not much.

Be wary and aware. But then you should do this with everyone anyways, all people, dogs and wolves.

Updating - Things at Home

I returned home last October, worn and torn, mentally and physically from my recent travels, which were pretty damn far and wide, to find the house empty. It was locked, but I let myself in, called Warin, alerted the pack of my return, and waited.

Rooster showed up on the second day. He said that he was gone for a few days, long-range hunting and cat-carousing, and came home to find everyone gone.

I still have no idea where they are. I have been hunting and searching, for sign and scent, on the ground and on the net, for any lead to help me find them, or find out where they are or went.

Meanwhile, I have been busy with counter-neo ops, patrols, pack meetings, acting as wolf liaison, catching up with Warin and Caitlyn, who is becoming quite the pack asset.

Then came this training center here in the sticks of west-central Missouri, where we are training and preparing werefolk, both dogs and wolves, for the impending counter-neo ops. I was surprised at the level of decline of martial skills in so many weredogs, but even more surprised at the decline in werewolves, who most dogs assume maintain a sharp edge on their fighting skills.

Not so. Or not so much. Werewolves are being sucked into and seduced by modernity nearly as much as weredogs. And people.

I had a werewolf come see me and tell me she knows who killed Rex. I listened, but was incredulous, at first. She and I have been looking for proof, some of which she already provided to me. But, the more I know the more I wish I didn't know.

Good Vid

Can you find the werewolf?

Inspirational Video

It is not who you think it is.

This was sent to me by a friend.

And God Made a Dog

Need to post this. Warin tells me that someone needs to make one for wolves. I told him someone probably already has.

God Made a Dog

First Time in Missouri

We were training today in an area we had no yet got into and came into a field, doing danger area SOPS, when it struck me that I had been there before. It took me a while to get my breathing back as memories came crashing down on me.

The first time I ever came into Missouri was in the bad years just before the Civil War. It was 1859. I was traveling west with families of Dutchmen, not long arrived in America. They were 2 women, 2 men, 9 kids and 8 of us dogs. One of the men had a soft spot for dogs. One of the women simply had a yearning for enhanced security.

We were crossing a broad field, the same field we came into today. We could tell it has ben planted, but had ben allowed to go fallow. At about mid-field a group of men in blue came riding toward us. Something about them made my hackles rise. Mr. Olafson said that it was OK, that they were Union soldiers. Or so he thought because of their blue. They weren't.

They surrounded us. Some tipped their hats. The leader said, "Are ye Union or Secesh?"

Mr. Borkland assured them in their blue coats that we were indeed good Union folks. All the riders lowered their heads and brims and drew their guns. "Well, that's too bad for you," said one of them. That is when I noticed the grey pants.

They shot and killed one of us dogs, drove the rest of us off, and started molesting the women and older girls. They were cursing "Goddamn Dutchmen" and all other Union men and sympathizers and talking amongst themselves about whether they should string up the men of just shoot them.

Of us dogs, 4 of us weredogs. We quickly made a plan and all of us, weredogs and dogs, flanked around to where we could get into some taller grass and get back to an amongst the bushwackers and our families. Before we could get in amongst them they started shooting.

Mr. Olafson and Mr. Borkland were shot down first, then the women. They were going to work on the kids, laughing and hollering, as we got in amongst them.

2 of us weredogs, the 2 best shooters, got ahold of rifles and started dropping the killers as fast as they could shoot. Me and the other weredog, and the 3 dogs, all large mastif mixes, got in amongst and moved as fast as we could, tearing and slashing and ripping and howling and snarling and feeding the ground with the blood of evil men.

3 of the children survived, the youngest, who had just sat down and wailed when the shooting started, and a boy Borkland and a girl Olafson. 1 of the dogs and 1 weredog were shot, but not mortally. 3 of the killers were laying on the ground, moaning. We would have to finish them, but our blood lust was waning. We had shifted back to human form to try and comfort the kids.

"What now?" said Beau, one of the other weredogs.

Before I could think of an answer we sensed that we were surrounded. In the heat of the fighting we had not noticed them: over 20 werewolves.

Half of them were in human form and half were in wereform. They wore blue, jackets and pants.

The leader, a captain assured us that we were meant no harm, and that we were welcome to join in the feast with them. They all dismounted and converged on the dead and wounded men. "What the hail's going on here?" said one of the wounded me, his voice brittle with confusion and fear.

We declined and went on out way, hearing as we walked the screams and howls and snarls and tearings of flesh, telling the kids to keep walking, not to look around, not to look back.

We turned all 5 of them, the 3 children and the 2 dogs. We had to, after what they had seen, and given that they were orphans. The 9 of us made it all the way to California, found ourselves families and lived happy for some years. But that's another story.

I stood again recently in that same field today, not far from our training area, and thought about that night so long ago.

Lily and Maddison

This came to my attention recently - a dog with a seeing eye dog.

http://twentytwowords.com/2011/10/24/a-dogs-seeing-eye-dog/

I suspect that one of these is a weredog.

Dog Words

I offer this list of dog-oriented words, over which many of these I have recently been in several discussions and debates.

cynolatry
  n. Dog-worship. Treating dogs like people or kids and having them groomed once a week does not count. That is obsession, not worship.

cynophobia   n. A morbid fear of dogs; an irrational fear or hatred of dogs or other canines.

cynophilist   n. A lover of dogs. If you talk to dogs, sleep with dogs and plan their meals along with your, you might be a candidate.

cynography   n. A history of the dog; a treatise on the dog.

cynoginist   n. A person who hates dogs. Usually also hates everyone and everything else.

cynanthropy   n. A kind of madness in which the afflicted person imagines himself to be a dog, and imitates its voice and actions. Some say this is the clinical diagnosis of weredogs. Many disagree, that there is no madness involved in being werefolk. Not to be confused with lycanthropy.

lyssophobia   n. A nervous state or extreme fear of dogs produced by morbid dread of rabies. The result is, and is nearly indistinguishable to, cynophobia.

Training Site

I am at a remote training site, not too far from KC, in east-centeral Missouri.

We have weredogs and werewolves here, training together in small unit tactics, small arms, and especially how to fight with claw, tooth and blade. I am amazed how many werefolk, dogs in particular, but even wolves, have no solid fighting skills. I was not aware it had got this bad. Used to be that all werefolk knew how to fight.

Small unit tactics are much the same as what humans use - wedges and Vs and columns and columns of 2s and Ranger files and online approach to a target or contact. We also do triangles of wedges, which is 3 wedges in a V, and a variation on the wedge and V that takes into account our greater sense of smell and greeter speed over short distance.

Can't use bullet launchers in dog or wolf forms, for obviously reasons, and it is very hard to effectively operation most pistols and rifles in wereform. And in human form, of course, tooth and claw are not options. One has to think ahead.

There are all the other issues of bringing large numbers of male and female trainees together. I find couples going at it all the time. I don't care as long as it does not interfere with training. We werefolk, like all canids, do not have the same problems with sex as do people.

I will fill in what and where I have been these past months. Odd, strange trip.

DoggelGanger

This was passed to me a few weeks ago.

http://www.doggelganger.co.nz/


Catching up on comms.

Working dog Competition

This will be in North Carolina next April. Go to the link for details.

http://www.k2si.com/news-events/events/working-dog-competition/?goback=%2Egde_1098397_member_206210827

I assume there will be a few weredogs, maybe even 1 or 2 werewolves, who will attend and compete. Most will want to compete as dogs. Some will have to be handlers. REMINDER: Dog-hanlder teams cannot participate if both are werefolk, either weredog-weredog OR weredog-werewolf. Don't laugh. We all know it has happened.

K9 Veterans Day - 13 March

This group was founded by Joe White who was a dog handler in Vietnam. He died in 2009. He and his wife have done a lot to get dogs recognized for their military service.

Here is the URL/link: http://k9veteransday.org/

More posts to come. Digging out of a deep hole.