let’s hear it for the dogs
We got our first family dog when I was nine years old. When he died ten years later I was totally devastated. Grieving when other humans die is normal, but it’s a bit weird to admit that I had difficult year as a direct result of my dog’s death. I remember laughing when one of my school friends was upset that her cat had died several years before that. It’s just a cat! We don’t like to admit how attached we get to animals because they’re just animals, and we’re special, we’re humans.
The interesting thing is, that however much I loved my first dog, I’m beginning to realise how much I didn’t understand him. Our family generally thought dogs should be obedient – shout and slap were apparently the best means of achieving this. He had a huge garden to run in and he got taken for daily walks, but if he got the opportunity he would run out the door for adventure. That was bad behaviour. If I remember correctly, we would give him a good old slap on the bum for such disobedience. Yikes and cringe.
I have a dog now. She’s from the streets. We found her starving and mange-ridden outside our house. We offered her food, which she generally rejected, and invited her into our property. She came and went at will for a couple of days until she seemed comfortable, and we got a vet to see her for her various problems. For the first few months she was incredibly anxious if she couldn’t get outside, so we let her out whenever she wanted and she always came back. The arrangement has always been on her terms. I know this isn’t possible in most countries, and I understand why, but it’s been interesting to note some things about her behaviour.
She follows me everywhere I go, into the centre of town, waits for outside the shops, outside the bank. I don’t have to take lead. I expect we’re out hunting together in her eyes. She never gets into fights with other dogs. It’s fascinating watching the social stand-offs and crossing the road out of a potentially territorial dog’s area. She occasionally refuses to go down a certain street and I have to take another route – but it’s not the sheer disobedience I may have previously assumed, she has a good reason (usually an aggressive dog) for her behaviour. She occasionally digs in the garden. It’s annoying, it’s inconvenient, but she’s a dog and it’s natural behaviour if she’s burying a bone, if she’s anxious about something or if her bed is just too hot and full of ants.
Yes, I’m back to obedience again. I now hate that I ever expected a dog to be ‘obedient’. I should have given my old dog every reason to trust me. Sure, I would have still tried to shape his behaviour to suit my life, but by rewarding good behaviour, not illogically and confusingly scolding inconvenience after the fact.
I now feel sorry for every housebound dog expected to follow human rules with their outdoor doggy instincts. The insane barkers and the violent social doggy misfits that get chained up in a garden their whole lives, or the crazy pullers out for a walk that want to run free. I think dog’s are amazing but I’m beginning to realise that how we try to squeeze them into our modern lives really doesn’t do them justice.
Woah, person … I think you may have misjudged me …
I just fostered this little girl today …
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Awwww, a cute little doggy! So you are just a quick and scarily enthusiastic reader? I clicked ‘publish’ and you clicked ‘like’. Which made me laugh because every atheist post I read today had your little like on it. 🙂
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Whatever, don’t be a prick (or bitch) … I work from home … and now I’ve got to either disapprove or edit your comment on my page 🙂
YES, I am a psychopath. So what?
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Wait a second … did you even read my post before you made your prickish comment???
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No I didn’t. I went to your page to find your ‘About’ section to comment there about your enthusiastic liking. But I couldn’t find one so I went to the first open comment space. What’s ‘prickish’ about my comment?
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Woah … well, then what is prickish is that I don’t feel that you’ve truly assessed me before making your evaluation.
Perhaps you’d be nicer to me if you understood the context of me …
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Do you love dogs? I swear if there is a meaning to life — I’ll buy that they are it … this little one … I don’t know if I will be able to give her over … may be a 1 time foster parent, only.
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I love dogs. Did you read my post? (which you liked within 2 seconds)
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Did I? That must’ve been divine decision makin, then.
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May your Unicorn be with you. 🙂
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what differences?
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You two having fun?
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I’m certainly pleased to have wrung a half confession out of him! You should be supporting me, you hate spam likers!
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I do, but I get comments from Chris too. If he wants to be a bit of a blog whore that’s hís bag. 😉
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This went to my spam! Must be because you used a naughty word. I think I might end up in spam buckets soon, people seem to get really annoyed with me. Can’t imagine for the life of me why.
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To this day, without missing it once, my wife and I chink every first glass of wine to Arthur, a magnificent one-eyed dog we lost 4 years ago. His picture is still on my desk and i’m in no hurry to remove it. I was devastated when he died.
If you don’t do anything else today read the Foreword Of this book, Red Neck, Blue Collar, Atheist: Simple Thoughts About Reason, Gods and Faith. It begins on page 9 of the Amazon reader. It is truly wonderful. Here’s the link.
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I beginning to suspect it’s no coincidence that god is dog backwards. That’s where those elusive little deities have been hiding! Thanks for the link, it is excellent. How’s the rest of the book? He explains the long process of shaking off those shackles very well.
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Never bought the book. I don’t even own an e-reader. i’m a happy little luddite 🙂
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Well, I think we can come to the conclusion that atheists are serious dog mourners?
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Yup
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Ps, I was drunk last night. so excited about pumping blood into my cold black, heart with this foster puppy … I may have clicked the like button as soon as I saw this picture.
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Were you drunk when you clicked ‘like’ on the Islamic rant last week that was tagged under ‘atheism’? You were the only little icon there. And you didn’t comment, because I’m there on my own.
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I like things for different reasons, and I don’t always have a comment.
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Why did you like that? If you can remember. There’s not much to like about calling people you’ve never met a bag of weird insults such as ‘mentally unfit’ and telling them your deity will have its vengeance.
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I was probably irritated with it, and wanted to bait them. But, I could have also been trying to reach out to someone with an opposite view. I don’t remember. I read a lot of posts. If you give me a link to it, I could give you a specific answer.
Christians are liking my posts all the time trying to save my soul.
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Which Islamic rant? My memory is no good.
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Just admit you spam ‘like’ for attention. There’s no shame. 🙂
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I might “like” something that I didn’t read THOROUGHLY, but I always have some justification at the time 🙂
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And what’s so wrong with giving other writers encouragement?
🙂
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Hah! I knew it!
That could be why I get so many Christian approvals. (Damn, another illusion shattered. I may as well go dig up some bones and give ’em a good chew.)
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