God/Dog Wisdom

This is ironic and funny in so many ways.

Just got back. Posts, reports and updates to come.

Pack Declining

I am told that my pack is declining. We are losing members faster than normal. I am catching up on communications, emails and texts and various other types of commo, most of which are from my pack and friends in KC. Most of this commo is troubling.

We just lost a dog from our pack, an old friend of mine, whose family, an elderly couple, with whom he had been with for many years, had committed suicide.

They were both in their late 80s. She had Alzheimer's. He was depleted physically, emotionally and financially. They left a touching letter for their adult children, which my friend, the dog, was first to read. The letter said that suicide was the only option of dignity left to them, that life had become a daily, ongoing house of horrors for them. I am told that my friend is taking this very hard.

Suicide is the ultimate hard choice. Some say it is very selfish. I cannot say, having never been in such a situation and since I am not human. Werefolk do not commit suicide. But then we do not suffer the same emotional blessings and curses, the ups and downs, as do humans.

Everywhere I go I smell and sense levels of human desperation the likes of which I have not smelled since the late days of World War 1. I do not know what to expect when I return to the United States.

So, my friend will be gone when I get back. We have fought many a foe together. I will have to tell him "Goodbye" the next time I see him. I wish him well.

Warin and Caitlyn, I need to talk to you.

Near Paris

I am in France, in a town near Paris, resting and recouping, doing laundry, reports and logs, and getting my fill of wine and cheese. Dog help me, I love cheese.

After Turkey I need to see some werefolk, dogs and wolves, in Hungary. While there I was recruited into a search for a lost 7-year-old girl in the Bukki Forest. The wlves wanted no part of it but were talked into it. When our group arrived at the Search HQ it was morning of Day 3. My
Hungarian was rusty but sufficient.

I knew right away that the search teams were going about it wrong. They had many dogs, several of which had wonderful scents and barks, and people. But they were searching on patterns that made sense for an adult, not a child. I know children, have lived with many.

I split off, shifted to dog form and started my own patterns. It was middle afternoon when I found her scent. I had no radio, or any means to contact the search HQ, and could not lose the scent, so I followed it.

I found her before dark. She was curled up in the hollow of a dead tree, shivering. I did not bark, but instead whined to get her attention. She was half awake, but awoke, looked at me ad whimpered in fear. I had thought that possible and was ready. I gave my best "adorable doggy" look. Finally, she uncoiled and approached me. I crawled over to her, licked her hands and then her face, giving friendly whines and scent the whole time. Finally, she threw her arms around me in a big hug and sobbed.

So, I had found her. Now I had to get her back. First I had to get some water into her. She was very dehydrated. I led her to a stream nearby and we both drank our fill. Then we found a comfy spot next to the stream, where we heard the water running all night, but not so loud that it masked the surroundings so that I could not hear anything approach, and I wrapped around her and we slept.

During the night I shifted to human. I did so because I knew I had to carry her out and could not do so in dog form, and certainly not in wereform. When she awoke the next morning she was at first startled, but I reassured her that my dog had found her, and I had found them, and he went for help, and I would get her home. She relaxed quickly. However, on some level she probably knew, or felt, who I am.

I carried her on my back threw the woods, and on my shoulders threw fields and open areas. We talked as we walked. She had been on picnic with her family, had followed a cousin too far into the woods, and the rest you can figure out.

She also told me that she had hidden from scary wolves and one-eyed monsters on her first lost night. I was at first perplexed, but then realized than she had seen and hidden from search dogs and search teams with head-lamps and could have been rescued that first night had she not thought them wolves and monsters.

We sauntered into the search center just after noon, she on my shoulders and both of us signing a song she had taught me. It took a few moments for people to move as they were stunned.

As I was leaving, tossing my ruck into a truck that was going to take me to Eger, where I would catch a train to Budapest, the girl ran up to me and hugged me and said, "Thank you, nice doggy." A Hungarian Army sergeant gave me a odd look. I just shrugged and smiled. "Kids," I said.

At the search HQ we had learned that 2 searchers were missing. On the drive to Eger, in the back of the truck with most of the dogs and wolves I had arrived with, two of the wolves volunteered how tasty the missing searcher had been.  This sparked a heated argument. They all swore it was only the one and not both the missing men. So, it was possible they might still find the second guy. Sometimes old habits die hard.

When I leave here I need to make my way to Aarhus, Denmark. But I need to get back to my pack soon, and to my family. Soon.

Ruining Humans

I just left Istanbul, was there for just over a week. I was there for a large assembly of werefolk, dogs and wolves. We discussed the current world situations, many topics which we have been talking and worrying over for many years, some for several centuries. Paramount is the ruination of the human race.

These are some of the things we werefolk talk about that are ruining the human race: over-abundance, multi-tasking, cubicles, fanciful expectations, over-population, hoarding, numerous others.

These are things that kept the human race alive for over 100,000 years, and their predecessors long before that, and many of them tie back to greed.

Greed is derived from the survival instinct, it kept humans alive throughout the existence of the race, through the hard times when humans nearly went extinct. It drives one to do what is necessary to survive. 

At one point about 50,000 years ago there were only about 12,000 humans on the entire planet. Humans were that close to extinction. It was the same for most other species. Weredogs and werewolves also came damn close to disappearing, as did most large mammals.

But what kept humans alive now makes them their own worst enemies. Greed in this modern world, in this day of over-abundance and over-consumption, has led to capitalism gone amok, to people in positions of great power who have no morals other than the acquisition of more wealth and power. In the Dark Ages this led to survival of kingdoms and the birth of nations. Today it is leading to corruption and implosion.

There are now over 7 billion people on this planet. That number rises exponentially every day. No one knows if that is too many, or how that many people are going to be fed and provided for.

There is no werefolk census, but best guestimates are that there are just over 1 million weredogs globally, and fewer than 250,000 werewolves. Those are fairly small populations in the face of the issues facing us and all species.

Mankind has the capacity to turn things around, create systems and networks that feed and free everyone. Mankind also has the capacity to destroy it all, everything, everyone, everywhere. There are few weredogs who have steadfast faith either way. We simply do not know.

No one has yet any clues as to how many neos there are.

I listened to a drunk werewolf the other night babble on about how possibly the neos are the answer to this all, how their genetic drive to eliminate other humans could rid us of the homo sapien plague. Many werewolves howled in agreement, and more than a few weredogs too.

I will be in Europe for at least a few weeks. I have messages and information to deliver to packs in Europe rom Afghanistan, Turkmenistan and Azerbaijan, where I met with numerous werepacks, dogs and wolves.

Inbreeding

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.

Can you find the weredog?

He's the one who looks mortified. Oops. That's all of them.

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.