Freedom

Ganieda told me some scary things. True freedom is anarchy. Morality is slavery.

We have been having old arguments in pack meetings.

Some people, often pet partners, claim that pets are not free, that pets are slaves, not masters of their own destiny. This is the classic wolf argument.

To be truly free one must pay a price, must give some of that freedom up in order to be free. Work, defense, security, food, shelter, love, all of it demands a price, requires that one give up some portion of his or her freedom in order to attain it.

Commitment is the key. One must commit to something to gain it. And commitment demands a price.

Freedom isn't free. I agree. But not in the way that some political bumper stickers allude to.

Freedom alone cannot complete the dog or man. We need purpose, mission,

We dogs have paid a price for our security and domestication, for being part of civilization. But what we have gained outweighs the cost in a big way.

So far.

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.