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Dog Chained for 15 Years.

15 years?!  Really?!

Why bother having a dog if you just leave it chained in the yard?




Pebbles... .
…no chain.

Arthur the Dog….

26D80B2800000578-3004343-image-a-34_1426870164947A long time ago, I trekked across the Canadian wilds.  We used to take 12-15 teenage boy-scouts, pack everything in a canoe for three weeks, and set forth on rivers that head north towards the Hudson Bay.  Did it many times.  Most awesome experience, for me at least.  Sure we had food that we brought with us – but we supplemented it with fish.  Minor injuries (thank God) were taken care of.  Each night, we had to hack out a campsite in the wilderness.  Not sure if that’s allowed now.  But I remember it as a great experience.

26D80B0600000578-3004343-image-a-32_1426870131743Best improvisation – literally diverting the entire river (in part) with rocks and boulders to free a canoe that capsized and was held hostage – pinned to the bottom of the river by the current – so we could get our ride back.  Seeing moose just feet away, and somehow, they did not stomp us (they do that).  Getting to our final destination, and reveling in the electric hand-dryers they had in their lodge, after not having anything but a hole-in-the-ground before.  Clouds of mosquitos driving us into retreat.  That was tough.  We fled.  You could cut them with a knife.

It was with a good, organized and well-led boy-scout troop.  Only the eldest scouts could go.  You had to be able to portage long distances.  You had to be able to demonstrate leadership, ability, and survival skills.  It was wonderful.

26D80B0E00000578-3004343-image-a-36_1426870348110Now, if I were on a similar trek, or in this case, a race – if I ran across some stray dog, not sure if I could do what these guys did.  Its an amazing story for sure.

On another level: wow.  A well-trained and loved dog – that’s two different things by the way – will follow you to the ends of the earth.  My life-trek with pebbles, my dog, has been as special.  But pebbles is not trekking across the Amazon.  She may try, but then again… .

Ms. McFattie Fat Fat. I love her though.

If you have any opportunity to work with or mentor, or be a leader with the scouting program – do it.  Also set a goal, and teach the youngsters.  And have fun.

The Story. 

Power of Dog


The Power of the Dog

There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
And when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and sisters, I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.

Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie–
Perfect passsion and worship fed
By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.
Nevertheless it is hardly fair
To risk your heart to a dog to tear.

When the fourteen years which Nature permits
Are closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits,
And the vet’s unspoken prescription runs
To lethal chambers or loaded guns,
Then you will find–it’s your own affair–
But … you’ve given your heart to a dog to tear.

When the body that lived at your single will,
With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!)
When the spirit that answered your every mood
Is gone–wherever it goes–for good,
You will discover how much you care,
And will give your heart to a dog to tear.

We’ve sorrow enough in the natural way,
When it comes to burying Christian clay.
Our loves are not given, but only lent,
At compound interest of cent per cent.
Though it is not always the case, I believe,
That the longer we’ve kept ‘em, the more do we grieve:
For, when debts are payable, right or wrong,
A short-term loan is as bad as a long–
So why in–Heaven (before we are there)
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?

Rudyard Kipling

From http://neanderpundit.com/index.php?paged=2