Funny thing, the resident dogs, more commonly referred to as the hounds, take their association and responsibility to their extended family quite seriously.
They’ve got a job to do, know what it is, and are as dependable as could possibly be. Very friendly and well mannered, but if they think something is amiss they do the hair raised stiff legged thing-all business and looking to take their cue from others around them.
These are outdoor dogs-they want to dig and lay in the dirt, chew on a bone, catch the scent of things, and chase whatever crosses their path.
I don’t always understand what their reasoning is for doing some things but assume they have worked it out for themselves-kind of like the year the women decided to put a scarecrow in the garden.
For whatever reasons they would have no part of it, and en masse attacked and completely shredded it in a matter of only a few seconds, then to wag their tails, smile, and repose in the comfort of a job well done.
But I suspect there was a well laid out strategy to this-they seemed entirely indifferent until the final touches had been added and the attendees had withdrawn, then it was on.
Grandfather and I nearly fell off the porch laughing as women gazed in stunned silence and then began verbally admonishing them while in their excitement slipping back and forth between languages.
Maybe the hounds viewed the scarecrow as an interloper, as garden security is their domain and they are very serious about it.
After grandfather and I quit laughing we felt obliged to praise them for their devotion to duty, their sense of commitment-which in turn led to the hands on hips look directed at us from the women, who finally broke down and and joined us in our laughter.
So lesson learned-no more scarecrows, but a snowman or snow woman is an entirely different matter, they are accepting. Maybe that’s because of the delight they sense in a child when constructing one, or recognize the child emerging in adults when they are involved in the process-a process that often leads to snowball fights and peals of laughter. Or maybe it’s because neither snowman nor snow woman trespasses in the garden area.
I believe that dogs are dogs and should be allowed to remain who they are, a disservice to them in attempting to humanize them, an arrogance I believe as well-they accept us for who and what we are, they don’t try to make canines of us and seems like we should show the same respect.
They are friends, and should be treated as such-they are of a different nation, their nation- a nation that stretches back to antiquity.
They got along fine before their association with us and I suspect the majority of them would do so again if need be-at least those who haven’t been humanized.