I’ve been reading about dog’s depressions and dogs who have Canine Compulsive Disorder which is Obsessive Compulsive disorder in humans.  The focus in many of these papers is drugs. How can animals be treated with drugs and how might that help humans with the same problems. They also talk about breeds that have the gene. OMG, where is the concern about animal psychopathology and environment? Are they just going to breed it out of us? Does that mean that active smart dogs like me will cease to exist because we make poor pets?
I admit to the occasional dust binge but dude (!) If Sandra and Andreas vacuumed more often… I’m just saying.
– Now let’s get serious. I want to talk about animal employment. You may think animals cannot suffer from the effects of unemployment because we don’t use a currency system. But re-think that. Anyone who is given handouts loses a sense of self-worth period. And having something to do, something to contribute to, puzzles to unravel and difficult problems to overcome is what gives us all, non-human animals included a sense of worth and meaning.
Point in case: what do I do around the house day in and day out?
And i am thus affected negatively by these pseudo jobs
I have however, managed to convinced Andreas that he is Luke Skywalker and I am his evil Father. But I digress…
As I sit pondering life in my ill-fitted Padington hat, I have to say, I’m feeling a bit useless. My parents and their parents before them provided love, but they also furnished rat control, guarded livestock and provided an alarm system for the farm. These days dogs are actually asked to not do these things. :O
So what is the meaning of my life? I need a job. That is the whole of it.
The question is how you as a human can help and I don’t know. But I know that many people love to love dogs; Which is different than loving dogs. Believe me, getting a leash slapped on and drug down the path in lieu of an outing, is not helping with the ego. And before you angrily hush our barking, remember, you guys used to love us for our warning systems, I think that is why you started feeding us in the first place. Go figure 🙂
When I was wee, I used to go with Sandra to work. We rode in a noisy truck and I hated the trip. She would try to console me by pointing out cows and horses alongside the roads which admittedly were a nice distraction. But the favorite part of every day was when she’d ask if I recognized where we were. I knew that meant we were getting close to home. And then she’d tell me that we were going to soon be home and see Stevie and Cooper. This meant we were at the mailbox and the agony of the trip was nearly over.
But one day Stevie didn’t come home. Andreas and Sandra were out calling and searching on long walks. They printed up fliers and I heard them say they never mourned because they didn’t want to believe he was gone. Finally one day Sandra said that she thought the Eagles had taken Stevie. And Andreas said he was afraid he had closed him in a building around the farm.
I didn’t really feel all that bad, it’s hard to explain. And it’s been a tremendous burden taking care of his little brother Cooper since he now hangs out with us. But the other day when we were nearly home Sandra accidentally said,
We are almost home, we’ll see Cooper and Stevie…
It was an accident, an old habit. But it made me realize that there is, after all, something missing.
I got sick in the night. Sandra came running after me and examined me thoroughly. She hugged me and gazed into my eyes, then told me to go to bed. I thought since I was sick that the yearly dress up for Lucia would be cancelled in the morning. But I was apparently deemed well enough. On top of it all Gracie was voted as most appropriate for being Lucia. She has light fur, was the reasoning. But I read stuff and I know that human children can be Lucia if they have black hair or even if they are boys. So why are we kept in the stone age? I told Cooper about it and he also became disgruntled. My only solace is the fact that we look grumpy on the photo. Gracie is happy. I guess she deserves some happiness.
If you are wondering what Lucia is, its no big deal. Its kind of a light please come and save me from the darkness kind of a thing the Swedish humans do. You can Google it if you are interested in the madness. Oh alright, here is a link. Lucia for Dummies
If I were going to have a tradition I think something to do with throwing the ball would be perhaps appropriate.
I know I should not be jealous, but I am. She is clearly finding pleasure at the computer, laughing, typing and saying,
‘Oh isn’t she cute.’ ‘Oh I love her!’
Oh, the agony is more like it. So I snuck up on the chair behind her. I laid there looking up at the screen and-
What I found out will blow you away.
The dog she has fallen in love with is the virtual me. I thought this job would deepen her love for the real me.
Parturient montes, nascetur riduculus mus!
Mountains will be in labor, and a ridiculous mouse will be born. So much work and the result is ridiculous
A natural phenomenon of epic proportions visited our skies today as a bright light streaked across the Southern horizon. It was so blinding I couldn’t make any sense of what it was.
I saw Cooper crouching outside the window and began barking to get his attention. Poor thing just sat there looking up at the dazzle. The hair on my neck was standing straight up all the way down my tail as I rushed out to get a better look.
“Did you see that Cooper?” I asked.
“Yeah, rotten what a long time since it shone ‘round here.” He said and licked his paw.
I squinted against the sky; there sitting on the edge of the world was a sparkling winter sun.
“He’s taking his time ain’t he,” Cooper remarked.
The sun had paused. Afraid to take the plunge into the black universe it hesitated in a quivering haze. I had to do something so I barked and the sun seemed to respond slipping over the edge.
As the sun began to sink out of sight I looked at Cooper expecting some serious respect.
“It wasn’t you done that.” he said and walked away twitching his tail.
But it was.
We knew something was up when Sandra kept pushing the snooze button over and over. And then there was all the crazy dashing about with the vacuum, not to mention that she did not give us breakfast. So Gracie and I took our places on the landing and watched out the window for about an hour; then it happened.
A car pulled up outside and people toppled out talking and laughing as they hurried to our door.
They were going to have a meeting. OK, I thought, I can do that. We sat at the table with binders, paper and pens. Everyone seemed to be looking at and talking to the one called David, I’m guessing he might have been the pack leader. He had dark eyes like me and was quite relaxed. The tall man had blue eyes bent over the table and moved a pen back and forth over his paper as though he was telling the paper something important. The woman was full of happy talking and moved a lot, I’d say if she would have had a tail, it would have been held high and wagging. She noticed me. Infact she seemed to notice everything that was going on in the room, whereas the men mostly noticed one another.
The tall man reminded me of someone I like, someone who is very good at throwing balls. I tried to speak to him about this. He just returned a blank look. The man with the dark eyes seemed to like me. His eyes met mine and he let them linger. I tried to persuade him to leave the meeting and join me in the yard. He turned away so I’m guessing he wasn’t really thinking about what I was trying to say. I went to the woman, and she held me. She was friendly and full of energy- she pet me as though she knew me… but I was not getting any vibes that she was listening to me per se.
I finished Sandra’s coffee for her and tried to analyze them one by one across the table. I came to the conclusion that none of these meeting – goers were interested in ball sports