This morning was beautiful here in KC. Flecka and I drug our sorry asses out onto the deck to lay in the sun while Sherry and Jack read the paper. The sun's morning heat made my coat feel perfect, like I was being massaged by millions of tiny fingers. That will not be the case later in the day, when it is hotter.
Flecka is good today. Her scent is healthy. She moves well. Still, I worry about her. I never get used to watching those I love diminish with age.
I went out last night. Probably not wise. But had to make a pack meeting, then to sniff around. There is a strange scent around the house lately. I do not know it. And I do not like it. And night is the time to look into such things.
Predators hunt at night. Ffor millions of years predators have hunted at night. Some key reasons for this are that prey often do not have as good night vision. And it keeps them out of the heat, which equates to energy conservation. Less calories are lost at night, in hot environs. And scent stays fresh longer in the cool of the night. It burns off and goes stale faster in the heat of day.
Warin, contact me. We need to talk. Call me if you must. Convey to Ganieda my regards and upmost respect.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Graphic Numbers
A former pack-mate sent me this.
Some of these images are lovely, until you see the up-close shots and understand their message.
http://www.chrisjordan.com/current_set2.php
These sorts of things are impacting weredog thinking. Traditionally we have stayed out of these issues. But this sort of thing is making us nervous. And werewolves. And many other species.
Some of these images are lovely, until you see the up-close shots and understand their message.
http://www.chrisjordan.com/current_set2.php
These sorts of things are impacting weredog thinking. Traditionally we have stayed out of these issues. But this sort of thing is making us nervous. And werewolves. And many other species.
A New Plan to Stop Animal Abuse
An animal abuser registry?
More and more weredogs are getting on board the animal abuse wagon. I am not certain, but it is possible that there is likewise an increase in the numbers of people caring about abuses of people, and animals.
www.parade.com/news/intelligence-report/archive/100516-a-new-plan-to-stop-animal-abuse.html
My experience has been that people who abuse or torture animals, dogs, cats, whatever, pose the same dangers toward other people. All are psychotics, or some such, to some extent. Happens in dogs too. And they are usually "put down." Cruelty does not differentiate between species.
More and more weredogs are getting on board the animal abuse wagon. I am not certain, but it is possible that there is likewise an increase in the numbers of people caring about abuses of people, and animals.
www.parade.com/news/intelligence-report/archive/100516-a-new-plan-to-stop-animal-abuse.html
My experience has been that people who abuse or torture animals, dogs, cats, whatever, pose the same dangers toward other people. All are psychotics, or some such, to some extent. Happens in dogs too. And they are usually "put down." Cruelty does not differentiate between species.
Blackwater Up for Sale
This is pretty big news. Blackwater/Xe going down could mean the end of this recent corporate merc phase and flood.
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/06/09/us/09blackwater.html?om_rid=C05xq-&om_mid=_BMD4QyB8LMQaIA&
Actually, Xe is being sold. No telling what is in store for them and their assets in the short and long term. Will be interesting to watch the other players, big and small, in this "industry" to see what happens.
I have never liked the idea of mercs. It distorts and warps the concept of soldiering.
Coyote Play Bark: Dinner Bell
People have been talking about and reporting an odd barking they are hearing nights around here. They wonder what kind of dog it is. It is not a dog. Coyotes.
Coyotes have a play bark with which they call to dogs, to come play with them. When the dogs show up they kill them, and eat them. Unless the dogs are too big and mean. Then they coyotes just disappear. People do the same thing, I notice. Especially in business. Jack has responded to many coyotes of late, showing up to play, then getting eaten alive. He has gone through a lot of capital that way in the last few years.
Our pack has ben trying to get the word out to dogs, about the coyotes' play bark, to be advised, and not become coyote chow. Don't worry about the coyotes. There are enough rabbits, coons and possums around here for them to feast on.
Coyotes have a play bark with which they call to dogs, to come play with them. When the dogs show up they kill them, and eat them. Unless the dogs are too big and mean. Then they coyotes just disappear. People do the same thing, I notice. Especially in business. Jack has responded to many coyotes of late, showing up to play, then getting eaten alive. He has gone through a lot of capital that way in the last few years.
Our pack has ben trying to get the word out to dogs, about the coyotes' play bark, to be advised, and not become coyote chow. Don't worry about the coyotes. There are enough rabbits, coons and possums around here for them to feast on.
Anger Issues
Jack and Sherry are overwhelmed with anger. They rage at each other, everyone else, themselves, all the time. I can always feel it coming, smell and sense when their pulse starts to shoot up, their arteries begin to constrict, get as tight as guitar strings, testosterone begin to surge, cortisol receding.
Financial pressures and job woes and plunging markets and economies and worries about the EU and the war and impending terror attacks and lack of health insurance and depleted retirement accounts and kids that use "fuck" in every sentence and people and dogs who never shut up. It all adds up to pressure. And anger.
Anger is a survival emotion. Many thousands of years ago it motivated people to prevail against odds, rise up and do what had to be done to survive, instead of cowering in the cave and awaiting eventual doom. Back then you got pissed, grabbed your spear, and went out and got you a mastodon, and then ate well for a month.
But how that plays out today is the same story of how other emotions has adapted to the modern world, become problematic. Greed is another example. 30,000 years ago greed was not a problem. It kept you alive. But now, in this modern world of over-abundance, is is somewhat of a problem. Greed is at the heart of most of the corporate and governmental corruption in the world today. And yesterday, for that matter. And anger and greed are drinking buddies. They stoke each others fire.
One thing all this anger is not good for is the family. Rick and Sven pay the price for the angst-infested household. They are being taught anger. Not good. A person needs to be able to get hot, but then to cool down. Dogs are good at this. Even we weredogs are much better at it than humans. Cats are terrible at it. They carry grudges forever.
I worry about Sven and Rick. Adolescence is hard enough without all this angst and anger. But I don't know what to do for them. I am just the dog.
If not for our alternating phases, of human then dog, we weredogs would probably burn out much sooner, much like humans. There is a regenerative facet to our shifting. Part of that regeneration is forgetting. Or maybe losing is a better word. Dog memory is different from human memory, just as dog psychology is a different maze
altogether.
The anger is this house is beginning to affect me. I may have to switch over to dog phase sooner than planned. And it is not just this house. I smell it in most of the the houses around here. Most dogs tell me the same stories in their homes, with their humans.
I miss snappy, hoppin music. It used to play all the time in this house. Not any more. I wonder if it is the same in other houses. I need to ask around.
Financial pressures and job woes and plunging markets and economies and worries about the EU and the war and impending terror attacks and lack of health insurance and depleted retirement accounts and kids that use "fuck" in every sentence and people and dogs who never shut up. It all adds up to pressure. And anger.
Anger is a survival emotion. Many thousands of years ago it motivated people to prevail against odds, rise up and do what had to be done to survive, instead of cowering in the cave and awaiting eventual doom. Back then you got pissed, grabbed your spear, and went out and got you a mastodon, and then ate well for a month.
But how that plays out today is the same story of how other emotions has adapted to the modern world, become problematic. Greed is another example. 30,000 years ago greed was not a problem. It kept you alive. But now, in this modern world of over-abundance, is is somewhat of a problem. Greed is at the heart of most of the corporate and governmental corruption in the world today. And yesterday, for that matter. And anger and greed are drinking buddies. They stoke each others fire.
One thing all this anger is not good for is the family. Rick and Sven pay the price for the angst-infested household. They are being taught anger. Not good. A person needs to be able to get hot, but then to cool down. Dogs are good at this. Even we weredogs are much better at it than humans. Cats are terrible at it. They carry grudges forever.
I worry about Sven and Rick. Adolescence is hard enough without all this angst and anger. But I don't know what to do for them. I am just the dog.
If not for our alternating phases, of human then dog, we weredogs would probably burn out much sooner, much like humans. There is a regenerative facet to our shifting. Part of that regeneration is forgetting. Or maybe losing is a better word. Dog memory is different from human memory, just as dog psychology is a different maze
altogether.
The anger is this house is beginning to affect me. I may have to switch over to dog phase sooner than planned. And it is not just this house. I smell it in most of the the houses around here. Most dogs tell me the same stories in their homes, with their humans.
I miss snappy, hoppin music. It used to play all the time in this house. Not any more. I wonder if it is the same in other houses. I need to ask around.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
I'm Here
OK. I am alive, and back here in the house.
I had to go on the road for a while. And soon as I got back I got messed up a bit and some convalescence was required.
My family, Jack and Sherry and the boys, are in crisis. Braden and Tyler are both struggling with their demons. And Flecka's health is not good. And when I got back this last time I come to find that we have a new kitten who is like no cat I have ever known before.
Warin too Caitlyn to see Ganieda, the wise old dog near Reno. I have been finding things out that are rocking my world. Nothing is as it seems.
I do not hate wolves. No way. Not any more. Yes, I used to have a sworn blood vendetta against all werewolves. All weredogs did. (All werewolves, not all wolves.) But no more. I would be dead if not for some werewolves, several times over. And worse, I am in love with a werewolf. That's right Dionna. I announce it to the world. I know you will read this.
I am still careful around werewolves I do not know. There are still many who harbor the old ways of thinking, who are not aware of this war with the neo's in which we and they are united. The same is true of weredogs. Some would rather stay the fight against werewolves than face the neo threat. Change is too hard for some.
The Special Forces Association National Convention is this week at Ft. Bragg, North Carolina. Dog, I wish I was there. I have not been to Bragg in a long time. I would love to be with my SF brothers, if only for a day and night.
More to come. Lots of info and insights and conflicts to share. Everyone is sounds asleep. I can smell and hear their deep slumber. I plan to be up all night tonight.
I had to go on the road for a while. And soon as I got back I got messed up a bit and some convalescence was required.
My family, Jack and Sherry and the boys, are in crisis. Braden and Tyler are both struggling with their demons. And Flecka's health is not good. And when I got back this last time I come to find that we have a new kitten who is like no cat I have ever known before.
Warin too Caitlyn to see Ganieda, the wise old dog near Reno. I have been finding things out that are rocking my world. Nothing is as it seems.
I do not hate wolves. No way. Not any more. Yes, I used to have a sworn blood vendetta against all werewolves. All weredogs did. (All werewolves, not all wolves.) But no more. I would be dead if not for some werewolves, several times over. And worse, I am in love with a werewolf. That's right Dionna. I announce it to the world. I know you will read this.
I am still careful around werewolves I do not know. There are still many who harbor the old ways of thinking, who are not aware of this war with the neo's in which we and they are united. The same is true of weredogs. Some would rather stay the fight against werewolves than face the neo threat. Change is too hard for some.
The Special Forces Association National Convention is this week at Ft. Bragg, North Carolina. Dog, I wish I was there. I have not been to Bragg in a long time. I would love to be with my SF brothers, if only for a day and night.
More to come. Lots of info and insights and conflicts to share. Everyone is sounds asleep. I can smell and hear their deep slumber. I plan to be up all night tonight.
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