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I hesitated to post this because it is not my intention to offend or make enemies. This is an emotionally charged subject and what I've written is certainly not the last word on the topic. I ask that the mature adults who read this would consider it and reply as mature adults whether you disagree or not. This is an opinion and a generality and exceptions exist I am sure. I'm not painting anyone with any kind of brush or pointing any fingers. This is the Observation Bar and I'm making an observation.
Dogs Make Poor Pets
I say this because the way they live today is neither normal nor natural. In years past dogs were our partners. We shared our lives with them and they with us because it was mutually beneficial to us both. Dogs have good noses and good hearing. They are fast and strong, good hunters, fighters, hard workers, and aggressive yet willing to cohabit and share affection with humans. They are trainable and protective and breed readily and can be physically reshaped to suit a certain purpose. They require little to stay alive and if absolutely necessary you could throw one in the pot to keep yourself alive.
Out of this partnership, dogs got dependable meals, shelter, safety and friendship.
As civilization progressed, the need for all these assets diminished. We still like dogs so they became our pets. We shape them to artificial standards and turn them into freaks. A bulldog and a chihuahua are freaks. They may be cute freaks, but freaks non-the-less. We do this for our benefit and not for theirs.
Dogs are confined. It is practical and for their safety, yet regardless of our benevolence we are their jailers. A dog on a chain barks because it is neurotic. It is going crazy. It cannot live like that. A dog inside is little better. It may respond to you, but when you are not home it is bored stiff. Show most any dog an open door to the outside and it is gone.
I wonder if way back when dogs were being separated from wolves, if they had the gift of foresight and could speak and if they could see what would happen to them they would say to us: "No thank you. We will not be confined or changed to suit your fancies. We choose the freedom, the romance, the excitement, the hunger, the blood and the death of wolves. You may hate us and kill us; it is still better than turning us into sterile freaks and living with your chains and collars and your overheated prisons with your endless insipid dog food regardless of the kindness of our jailers. Goodbye."
Dogs Make Poor Pets
I say this because the way they live today is neither normal nor natural. In years past dogs were our partners. We shared our lives with them and they with us because it was mutually beneficial to us both. Dogs have good noses and good hearing. They are fast and strong, good hunters, fighters, hard workers, and aggressive yet willing to cohabit and share affection with humans. They are trainable and protective and breed readily and can be physically reshaped to suit a certain purpose. They require little to stay alive and if absolutely necessary you could throw one in the pot to keep yourself alive.
Out of this partnership, dogs got dependable meals, shelter, safety and friendship.
As civilization progressed, the need for all these assets diminished. We still like dogs so they became our pets. We shape them to artificial standards and turn them into freaks. A bulldog and a chihuahua are freaks. They may be cute freaks, but freaks non-the-less. We do this for our benefit and not for theirs.
Dogs are confined. It is practical and for their safety, yet regardless of our benevolence we are their jailers. A dog on a chain barks because it is neurotic. It is going crazy. It cannot live like that. A dog inside is little better. It may respond to you, but when you are not home it is bored stiff. Show most any dog an open door to the outside and it is gone.
I wonder if way back when dogs were being separated from wolves, if they had the gift of foresight and could speak and if they could see what would happen to them they would say to us: "No thank you. We will not be confined or changed to suit your fancies. We choose the freedom, the romance, the excitement, the hunger, the blood and the death of wolves. You may hate us and kill us; it is still better than turning us into sterile freaks and living with your chains and collars and your overheated prisons with your endless insipid dog food regardless of the kindness of our jailers. Goodbye."