WereHistory

I have been at Ganieda’s now for over a week.  Time slips here.  I’m not even certain that time reaches us here.  

I have learned a lot in my time here. Gaieda is very wise.  She knows much that is not known, by most weredogs, or people. 

I have not felt this rested in a long time.  I have rested and run, eaten and talked at length with Ganieda, and others, about many things.  But, now it is time to lay down some of what is know, within werelore, about the history of canines, dogs, and wolves.

Canines first made their appearance about 40 million yrs ago.  Since then there have been many canine species come and go, small and large. One of the smallest still is around today, foxes.  Not long ago, around a million years, there was a canine that scientists call “borophagus.” It looked like a gray wolf and was as big as a lion.  Ganieda says there were canines much smaller, and much, much larger. 

Just for perspective: the first hominids, primates who walked upright, on 2 legs, first stood up to take a bow around 4.5 mil years ago.  Homo habilis was around from 2.5 million years to around 1.5 million years. Best scientific estimates are that around 250,000 years ago homo sapiens, modern man, showed up in what is now Africa.

230,000 years ago neanderthals appeared in Europe. They were better suited to ad preferred colder climates.  They had what is now Europe all to themselves.  For a while.  Then modern man started showing up.

Around 40,000 years ago humans began migrating from Africa to Europe.  All was good.   Everyone got along and lived peacefully. For a while.  Then something happened, and fighting broke out between the two species. War ensured for about 10,000 years.  

Homo sapiens, modern man, proved to be better at fighting and killing.  He was more intelligent. That allowed him to make better weapons, devise better tactics, for hunting and fighting. Man’s language skills were far superior to neanderthals. That allowed for more coordination and sharing of information, building of tribes and communities, which meant greater numbers, more people. 

Starting about 28,000 years ago neanderthals began to recede and hide, to go higher into mountains and hills, farther into remote reaches, to escape men.  Ganieda says some were absorbed into human populations.  That explains some of the men I have known.

Something happened around 500,000 years ago. It sparked a lot of diversification, adaptation and change. It is directly responsible for man’s evolution, and or werefolk.  Human science doesn’t know what the event was, nor does werelore.  Some say it was an asteroid loaded with some sort of minerals that radiated everything.  Some say it was  a magnetic shift in the earth.  Some say it was aliens.  Ganieda says it was none of those.  But, she will not say what, only smiles.

Wolves preceded dogs just as neanderthals preceded man.  It was nature’s intent for us to replace wolves and for man to replace neanderthals.  Man showed up around 250,000 years ago. Dogs made their first bark around 400,000 years ago.  That is contrary to what human scientists say.  They trace dog origins back to between 50,000 and 20,000 years ago.  

Werewolves date back to around that event 500,000 years ago, whatever it was.  We, weredogs, made out first howl around 300,000 years ago. Things were getting crowded.  This planet, even though we did not think in terms of “planet” back then, could only host so many super-predators.  2 of us had to go. 

There was some initial talk between wolves ad dogs about banding together to get rid of  the hominids.  It was quickly realized that would not work. So, the alternative was for each of us, dogs and wolves, to choose up between men and neanders.  We, dogs, recognized your supreme abilities as hunters and warriors.

We won.  24,500 years ago is the last known neanderthals evidence.  It was found about 10 years ago in a high mountain cave in Italy.  Wolves, on the other had, survived and, contrary to popular belief, adopted the strategy of keeping their distance from man and dog, but waiting for the opportunity for revenge.

We maintained our bond after the war. From 15,00 to 8,000 years ago, the dog-man alliance became solid, globally, everywhere.  Dogs and men were inseparable.  Over time weredogs slipped back into dog anonymity and allowed weredog mythology to blend with that of werewolves and into quaint antiquity.  By the time the last ice age ended, about 12,000 years ago, man and dog covered the globe, thanks to land bridges, boats, and the insatiable and keenly coordinated tooth and spear. 

3,500 yrs ago was dawn of civilization. Cities started rising,  as did armies, wars, agriculture, markets, commerce, art, philosophy, architecture and codified laws.  Dogs were right by man’s side, and weredogs were right behind him, watching, staying alert.

OK.  Enough history.  Time to eat. Ganieda makes a venison hash that will make you howl for sure. 

More later.  I need to explain werephysiology and weresex, to prove to those of you who doubt that this is for real.  

Enforcer Dogs

Swiftpaw mentioned surprise about the enforcer dogs, weredogs, that were sent to shut me up and shut down this blog. Let me explain.

Enforcer dogs are not part of any pack. So, they were not sent by my pack. They were sent by the alpha pack that is over all the packs in the Midwest region, of which my pack is part. 

Weredogs are organized by land masses.  My pack is in North America. We recognize countries for humans, of course, but not for own organization and needs. It's easier. England, Japan and Australia have their own hierarchy, as does Europe, which s separate from Scandinavia. India and China are separated by the Himalayas. You get the idea. 

There is not much known about enforcer dogs, by most weredogs. They are somewhat shrouded in secrecy and mystery. It is said that is necessary for them to do their jobs effectively. But, I have never liked it. 

The problems many weredogs have with this blog are not safety. No. They have to do with secrecy. It has always been the weredog way, for thousands of years now, to stay under the radar, to let mankind think that all dogs are just dogs, to let werwolves take all the wereheat, not to rock the boat, to serve mankind to the best of our ability. Besides, we know how man is with surprises, and things he does not understand.  Better that we stay hidden, goes the logic. 

But, I believe it is time for change. The purpose of this blog is one of communication, between weredogs. Although, it is also providing communication with werewolves. And if some humans find their way here . . . so be it. It's time. Things have changed dramatically in the last 50 years, big time in the last 5. The arrival of the neo's changes everything. 

But, the more I talk about this, the more I realize that I need to go back to the beginning and explain things form there. I need to talk to Ganieda, then I will post on that. 

Hanging with Ganieda and Coyotes

I am staying at a weredog safe house near Tahoe. The Weredog who owns and oversees everything here is one of the oldest weredogs living.  She knows much and is wise. She and this place are unique because she stays off the weredog radar, is not part of any weredog pack, and is allowed to be so. There is something about her, some sort of power or knowledge, that makes the weredog hierarchy respect her, allows her to keep her solitude. Rumors are that werewolves won't mess with her either. Her name is Ganieda.

Another interesting function of this place is that she has a pact with the local coyotes, of which there are many. They provide the ears and noses for perimeter security for many miles around this place in every direction. In turn, she protects them, even feeds them. I have heard rumors that she even has feasts for them, parties. A coyote party - that is something I'd like to see. 

I've also heard rumors that sometimes wolves and werewolves attend. Bet that makes the coyotes nervous. Still, what a party. 

The deal with coyotes and wolves is this: Wolves eat coyotes. Sound terrible? Well, wolves eat anything they can get their teeth into. Most wild beasts do. But, it does bother most weredogs also, as it violates the canis sense of unity, seems somewhat cannibalistic. Of curse, wolves don't see it that way.

Recent studies by biologists working for the Department of the Interior found that coyote populations in areas shared with wolves are 30% lower than in areas with no wolves. The coyote is top wild dog in North America, except in areas they share with wolves. 

So, coyotes do not like or trust wolves, or werewolves.  Or dogs and weredogs for that matter. But, they trust Ganieda. 

Holly keeps me informed about things back home. No more wolf sign or scent since I left. And no neo sign or scent. She said the neo situation is being debated amongst all packs. But, many are not taking it seriously, claim that it is hype and over-reaction. New species? Puh-leeeeease.

There is a weredog in Rick and Sven's school. She is a teacher. She is keeping tabs on them, keeping me updated. 

Warin keeps tabs on Jack at the bars. Buys him drinks occasionally, gets him talking. Warin says Jack is drinking more, much more. He can smell it on his breath, on his skin, in his blood. Worries me. I am working on getting someone close to Sherry. 

I have to eat and sleep now. I was up all night running with the coyotes. I am trying to win their trust. It is hard. They don't want to trust me, and I have a long time of thinking of them as devious little vermin. But, if we are going to come together with wolves and address this neo threat, coyotes need to have a seat at the table. 

I plan to be here a while, maybe a week or so. I need to rest, plan.  And I have much I want to learn and find out form Ganieda.  She has answers. I can smell them on her. 

I'm Still Breathing...Barely

I'm here. But, I can't say where "here" is.  I'm being tracked.

I was censured by my grand pack and three others.  They said my blog, this blog, must be shut down.  I initially submitted, obediently sat back on my haunches and said, "OK." But, after thinking about it I changed my mind.  It's bullshit unless they can give me a solid reason.

Then 2 things happened at once:  Word came to me from Dionna that she needed my help, desperately.  So, I began formulating plans to go to Colorado. At that same time word came to me that a squad of enforcer dogs were being sent to force me to shut down this blog.  So, needless to say, the time seemed right to get out of town.

I will post soon about the trip to Grand Lake, to aid Dionna.  And I need to explain the history of the millenia-long war between weredogs and werewolves.  And I need to tell everything I know about this new species that we are calling the Neo's.  Their existence threatens that of humans.  And dogs.  And wolves.  And many other species. 

And I found out something very shocking about Warin, that ties into all of this.  And I found out information about Rex's murder, who did it. 

Right now I have to get moving.  Someone is closing in.  I can smell them.  

On top of all that I have been gone for weeks from home and have no idea if Bella is alive or dead, if Sherry and Jack are still together, how Rick and Sven are, and who is watching out for Rooster and Sparkle.  Also, it was not werewolves who have been coming around the house. It's been Neo's.  I got a covert message to Holly asking her to watch out for my family.  She agreed, of course.  She said she and Warin would keep an eye on them.

Gotta go.  Tired.  Had roadkill for breakfast.  Not bad.  You can live on it.  I've had worse.  But, I would howl or some of Jack's left-over chili about now. 

Thank you Brandon, Tabitha and Cheryl for the messages.  Sorry it took me so long to respond, to post. Been busy.  Been some close calls.  

So, for now, call me "Pero Solo."

Sheila Saves the Day

Someone tried to force their way into a house down the street early this week. Big event. All the dogs in the neighborhood were worked up over it. 

The husband, a cop, had left for work. The wife was about ready to leave, to take the boy to school, and get herself to work. The doorbell rang. She answered it to a guy in a tux. A limo was
parked at the curb. She immediately could tell he was hopped up on something.

He said, "Where's your asshole husband?"

they argued a bit, then she tried to slam the door. He stopped her and shoved his way in. She
ran toward the back of the house, where the boy was, and a pistol. She was scared, as anyone would be.

There are 4 in that family. The dad, mom, boy, and Sheila. Sheila is a retired police dog, german shepherd, 95 pounds. That's big, even for a shepherd. She was sleeping on her mattress, in the corner of the main room, as all of this was going down. She knew the guy was bad news the minute the door opened, and growled to voice her opinion. The woman, while at the door, kept
giving Sheila the "Stay" command. So, Sheila stayed. But, when the guy forced his way in and the woman was running toward the back of the house, she gave the release command: "Attack!"

Sheila said that in all he years as a police dog she had never had to really mess anyone up before. Usually, a show of teeth and a convincing bark was all it took. "Oh, I've bit perps before," she told me. "But, always I was called off or hauled off before I could really get a
taste." No this time. Sheila laid into the guy. 

As trained, she got behind him and got hold of his calf. He screamed and headed for the
door, dragging Sheila. She let him go at the door, and watched him limp to the limo, dragging his ruined leg. "I almost tore the whole calf off," she told me. "It was hanging on at the top by a thread."

Cops were there in no time. Sheila doesn't know what the guy wanted with the husband. "Probably someone angry at getting arrested," she said.

She said, "You know, that was the first time that I have really gotten a good taste of human blood. I mean sunk my teeth and gotten a real good taste of it." I asked her what she thought of it.

"You know," she said, her muzzle and brow congested in thought, "I've tasted blood before, you know, licked the wounds of handlers, family, friends. But, this was different. It tasted . . . tasted like, I don't know, like foe. Foe and friend taste very different."

I nodded. I went to see Sheila in dog form. I spent 2 hours with her. That's how I got the story details. She was amazingly calm. She is on our pack's watch list, for potential recruits. She does not know that. Yet. The only problem is that she might be too old. 

I spent the rest of that day spreading the story to the rest of the dogs in this 3-subdivision area. A chihuahua on Grant Street was particularly ecstatic. "This calls for a fiesta!" he kept barking, over and over. The problem with that is it is very hard to get a bunch of dogs together for a party. Bu, we'll see.

For now, Sheila is the neighborhood dog hero.

Chester
chester.weredog@gmail.com

Rick, Changes

Rick is getting violent. Jack had to take him to the ground last week.

Everyone was yelling and screaming. Rick was out of control, like a wildman. He scared even me. It was terrible. Times like that a dog just doesn't know what to do. Flecka hid. Bella too. They didn't want to see or hear it. The hearing, they had no choice.

Rick's violent mood swings have to do with his asperger's. He is very smart,has a high IQ, just made the Honor Roll at school. But, he has a low EQ - emotional quotient. The result is that sometimes the world overwhelms him. At those moments, sometimes, he flips out. 

Rick took him down without hurting him, using classic POW/LE technique. Rick was on he stomach, cheek smashed to the floor, before he had time to scream, "What the hell?!"  Jack kept his knee in Rick's back, and Rick on the floor, until Rick stopped struggling, his breathing slowed, a bit, and he promised to "chill out."

I did not know what to do. I sat to the side and watched. There is nothing for a dog to do in those situations. Inter-family violence is one of the worst obscenities I can think of. At least Jack did not hit or hurt Rick.

The boys are changing, turning into teens, and into men. No matter how many times I watch this, it also amazes and scares me. It is different in each boy, each individual, and, thus, you can never tell how it is going to go. 

Woof

Jack Sliding

Jack is not doing good. He cannot find any job leads. He has sent out 
hundreds of resumes, made hundreds of calls. He stays up late, drinks 
to fall asleep. He and Sherry fight a lot. The kids hear them, though they try not to. Every child in this area, probably in this country, lives in mortal fear of their parents uttering the "D" word.

Jack is gone now. I have no idea where, or for how long. It has ben very hard lately to get out at night, to patrol, make pack meetings, to check messages, post to this blog. 

If this family comes apart I don't know what I will do. I assume I would be sent with the boys, and not Jack. The boys would need me more. Maybe. I love them to much to watch them self-destruct. I may, instead, stage my disappearance and transition early back to human form. 

It is the dog's burden to suffer the pains and heartaches of their families, the people they love, and also sometimes the frailties and abuses.  But, part of the dog's life and lot is to also feel love, or at least attachment, and obedience to the abusive humans. It has to do, partly, with who fills the feed bowl.

Bella will be gone soon, claimed by the cancer. So, she will be spared all the pain. Flecka, I don't know. She is old, feeble, has 2 bad wheels. 

If not for the cleansing effect of transitions, I would have gone insane a long time ago.

Woof