Sarah

OK. I need to tell the story of Sarah, or whom I have mentioned many times. Here it is.

Before I was a weredog, when I was still a young dog, I lived with the Masons in the American wilderness, on a remote farm. My job was to protect the few sheep and one cow that we had, to alert to any human or other animal threats that got in close enough to be aware of, and to provide companionship for the family.

Sarah was one of the daughters. She cared for me, watched out for me, made sure I got my share of scraps, that I did not spend all winter outside, that I occasionally got to sleep in a bed, hers and her sister's, Margaret. Sarah was seventeen. Her scent was a strong part of my world.

It was a good life. We had a comfortable and spacious cabin, a large family to tend to all the chores, and enough food, due to crops, livestock and hunting.

Then the war came, that which is known now as the French and Indian Wars.

The indians who found me were a tribe of weredogs AND werewolves. It was a tenuous balance. They were later wiped out by white expansion. They nursed me back to health, my indian saviors. The only way to do that, due to the seriousnes of my wounds, was to change me, offer me weredom.

Those of that tribe who survived white expansion were dispersed into the local white population, as dogs and people. I am still in contact with two of them.

Sarah's body was never found. I never knew if she lived or died. I searched, but never found any trace or sign of her.

I caught glimpses of her over the years, wisps of her scent. As time passed it became clear she had become were. As dog or wolf, I did not know. I assumed wolf, for several reasons.

I thought I found her in New York in the 1830s, then during the civil War (American), one other time. Then I lost her scent. I nearly caught up with her in France, during WW1. Then again in the 30s, in South America. Then nothing, until Vietnam. That is a long story. And then nothing until I caught her scent again here, last year.

I was always certain she was alive. I just knew. But, I had no idea if she was a weredog or a werewolf. For many years that was a problem, due to the war and my vow to kill all werewolves. But this new threat and alliance has changed all that, of course.

So, she is here. Somewhere. Close. And I think Jason knows.

Neos and Fundies

New wereintel shows that Neo's are leading extremist, fundamentalist sects in every religion.

The Al Qaida is led by neo's. Their aim is not conversion of all mankind to their way of thinking, but the destruction of all mankind.
A very old wolf told me this last spring in the Black Hills.

And it is not just the Al Qaida. She said it is the same for all human fundamentalist religions, including Christians. She said that
Christianity is on par with Islam in the number of neo's they have leading and deceiving people. There are Christians who look forward to the Apocalypse, some of whom are even working toward that, to hasten the Second Coming, the return of Christ.

This might always have been the case, going back to the Middle Ages, longer. At the approach of 1,000 A.D. there were many Christians that promoted anarchy in the name of Apocalypse. I am told a large number of werewolves were Viking leaders who capitalized on that confusion. It is said there were also many cardinals and bishops who did the same. Not all. Just the corrupt ones.

I have learned much in the last year about werewolf history with the Vikings. Those werewolves of you reading this, it is not slander. You will probably howl with pride. Remember I posted about "waerwulfas" a while back? Vikings often scared opponents right off the field of battle. They did so with their show of force, howls and screams they made, overall horrifying behavior. That was all werewolf influence. Even the humans learned to act like werewolves. It helped them get psyched up for battle, as well as scare the crap out of their opponents. That is from Viking and were lore.

Werelore says that there were several battles in Anglo-Saxon Britain, between various forces, that were all or nearly all weredogs and werewolves. That had not happened since the time of the human-neander war, and has not happened since, far as I know.

Vikings were not bent on destruction. Their goal was plunder. Later it was commerce. They just wanted to make a buck. Er, profit. Bring some manna home to mama. The Islamic fundies don't want profit. They want destruction.

It would make sense that the Taliban in Afghanistan is led by Neo's.

Getting weredogs, or even werewolves, into this ranks has proven problematic. Neo's can detect scent as well as we can. Better, for all we know.

Weredog Avenger in Stan

There is a female weredog creating a stir in Stan. Seems she has gone a bit rogue. I don't have details, or a name, but the werenet is alive with chatter about this dog.

The word is that she has gone outside weredog protocol and is avenging Taliban crimes against girls and women. She has recruited other females and female weredogs, and werewolves, to join her operations.

They get wet mostly at night, of course. What surprises me is that, supposedly, she is not military. At present. That does not mean she has not been military in the past.

Weredogs are divided on whether she is hero or villain. She is breaking rules. But she is avenging very evil wrongs. We, weredogs, are sworn not to take sides in human wars. This has been violated regularly over the centuries. But not much in the last century. We do not have a dog in this fight, pardon my pun, between the Christian West and Islam.

We do have issue with humans that butcher and torture kids. We like kids. All dogs like kids. Some of the brutalities performed against children, especially girls, over there, in Stan, has moved some weredogs enough to say "To hell" with traditional dogmas concerning interfering with human affairs.

Word is she severed communication and connection with her pack. That is usually bad news. Word is she has assembled a small, ragtag pack of weredogs, werewolves, dogs and women and is expanding her operations against the Tallies. I would like to meet this dog.

Animal-Cruelty Syndrome

3 weredogs and 1 werewolf have contact me in the last 2 days about this article.

http://www.nytimes.com/2010/06/13/magazine/13dogfighting-t.html?ref=magazine

This issue has tormented dogs, including weredogs, and many other species, for a long time. How can mankind, we have asked oursleves, and each other, be so cruel, and yet so kind?

Most dogs just turned from the issue, shook their heads, and said, "That is man. C'est la vie."

But werefolk are finding hope in this trend to connect animal cruelty and human cruelty, to show that cruel people are cruel, to all, that violence is violence. The problem is that man, and dog, and wolf and all species, have capacity for violence, It is essential to survival. But none have as strong and twisted a tendency as man. Cats sometimes play with their prey before they kill it. But they do not put heads on pikes or light 'em up to watch them burn.

WereDentist

I went to the dentist today. Everyone was gone for the day. So I was able to slip out and make the appointment. Was not easy. Had to drag myself there. Still very sore from wounds.

Dr. Fangman is a weredog, of course, and has done special training so that he can work on human and canine teeth, and the teeth of weres. It takes some time, seeing a weredentist. He has to check your teeth in all 3 forms. Fortunately, he has a TV hung over the chair. So I watched ESPN most of the time.

"Have you ever worked on a werewolf?"

He said his werewolf business has been picking up a lot lately. I asked if he knew why. He said it is a result of weredogs and werewolves coming together more lately. Lots of changes. One of those is werewolves thinking more about dental health. After all, what is a werewolf with his or her teeth? Or with bad teeth?

Dr. Fangman said that a werewolf had recently come to him and between x-rays had told him that years ago he was pillaging a remote farm, just taking some chicken and sheep, when he came face to face with the young wife of the farmer. She screamed when she saw him, as he was in wereform. He opened his mouth to snarl, to hopefully influence her to pass out, so that he could finish with his biz and get out of there. When he did the woman stopped screaming and said, "Eeeeewwwwww!!! I've seen better chompers on a rotten corpse!"

He was so embarrassed that he left without any chickens, left the area entirely, and never went back to that farm. "See how important dental hygiene is?" said the doc. I ventured that knowing werewolves the way I do, and canines in general, that part of his departure might have been that he was attracted to the young wife and nurturing plans to seduce some dark night. The doc conceded that might have also been the case.

I hope Jack and all are gone during most of the days this week. Like today. I need to get much done, and cannot do it when they, or any of them, as here, home.

Squatters

I just got a call. There is a situation up north, in KC, KS, that I have to help with this week.

No idea where my family went to. They bolted out of here this morning and I have no idea where.

The situation up north is that a member of the pack up there has gotten involved with a bunch of squatters that are living in an old, abandoned, rather large house. They have been fixing it up, making repairs. But they look and smell like a small herd of musk ox. Very shaggy and tattered.

A judge was going to evict them. They are, in the eyes of the law, trespassing. But the property has ben abandoned for 2 decades. Days before he court-ordered eviction the neighbors, around the property in question, went to and pleaded with the judge not to kick the kids out. Most of them are in their 20s.

This is happening in cities al over the U.S., in cities with high property abandonment rates. Judges are ignoring the letter of the law and allowing squatters to stay in houses that they are improving. Not in all cities and cases. But in many.

The situation up north here is that the freegan squatters have been given a deadline and list of improvements that must be met for them to be able to stay. That is why Salis called me, because they are in risk of not making the deadline and I have some skills that can help them. So I will.

Salis says these are good kids. She has a loyalty to one or some or all of them. Not sure which. I will find out, I'm sure. She said not to be surprised at the condition of the house. "Think chic poverty," she said. Can't wait to see that. And her herd of oxen.

I cannot decide if this squatting trend defies or supports the idea that "possession is 9/10s of the law."

This will require that I slip away for a day. Hopefully not more. That will probably mean pissing off Jack. I have "run off" some many times in the past year that I think he is ready to string me up. Bad place to be with Jack. But sometimes such things cannot be helped.

The photo above is not the house, but is similar in size and setting.

There are some things I need to pickup. So, hopefully, I will be able to do that while I am out and about on this house run. You cannot buy .40 cal. ammo at night. And it has gotten so damned expensive.

Jack and Fleck

Jack was home tonight. Sherry went out with the girls. He is in bed. She is still not home. It is after 2am.

Flecka is tired. I can smell it on her. Her body is giving out. I can smell that. I can smell her pulse slowing, her metabolism slowing, her confusion and her exhaustion.

Doubt me? I smell everything. I can smell when a dog is scared. And people. Human emotions have the strongest scent of any species. Those who try to control and master their emotions have the strongest smelling emotions. Fear and anger and lust and such have the strongest scent. They have a strong musky smell, sometimes a bit sour, even putrid.

Love has a sweet smell, like a mix of vanilla and lavender. But that is just me. When I tell that to other dogs, weredogs and werewolves, they always say it smells like something else.

Jack and Flecka have a strong connection. When she goes he is going to hurt bad. He lets her out each night between 2300 and midnight, to do her business. If he forgets, or is not home, she shits somewhere in the house, wherever she is sleeping. Tonight he let her out and instead of walking around the front yard, she just went out about ten feet and plopped down in the grass, too tired to walk or sniff or poop. Jack stood there for a while. I watched from the front windows. Then he sauntered over and sat down next to her. And they stayed there a while, nearly midnight, the two of them, in the middle of the front lawn, not moving, sniffing the air and checking the sky. Kids were driving by, on their ways home, blaring music. None of them saw Flecka and Jack.

I have to wrap this up. Got a meeting to make, of weredogs and werewolves. Neo news. I can't bloody wait.

I just Flecka a sniff. She is fine, for tonight. Jack too, although a bit heavy with the scent of beer. I think I will help myslef to one of his beers when I get back tonight. The way he was putting them down, he will never know.