They’re not just for birds anymore…
Just ask Copper.
He’ll give you a tour of his doggie treehouse!
Nearly a hundred thousand stray animals – from dogs to donkeys – roaming an entire country.
One animal shelter.
For the whole country.
Can you imagine it?
In my opinion, it’s not wholly a financial issue. Iran is not a poor country. Their tiny wealthy/huge middle-to-low income ratio mirrors our own here in the U.S.
Neither do I think Iranians are heartless. They’re not. In fact, I found them overwhelmingly open-hearted and very conscientious.
So, when I posed the stray animal question during my trips there – to dozens of people from students to mullahs & government officials, from Tehran to the Caspian – I was not surprised by the varied answers I received.
Laying out on the grass with two of my babies.
Have a ton of studying to do, and thought it would be less chore-like doing it surrounded by nature and doggies.
Can’t concentrate on the intricacies of US/Middle East political policies while trying to keep my dog from devouring scampering squirrels and hopping bunnies!
What the hell was I thinking coming out here with a laptop & a MegaDeath??
In a dark cave in the south of France, there lies a new answer to a question we humans have wondered since man first began having dogs as pets.
Exactly when did wild, scavenging wolves become the frolicking pets we know and love today?
The Wall Street Journal‘s Mark Derr explores this question with controversial new evidence of a socialized “dogwolf” dating back from 33,000 years ago who “kept company with” homo sapiens.
Spent the day in the ER.
Fractured ankle & bruised ribs.
Yep, you just know MedgaD was involved. 🙄
Just Finished Doing
Playing Steal-the-Bone with my dogs.
I get down on all 4’s, creeping slowly toward one of their bones. They freeze, watch me surreptitiously from the corners of their eyes. The closer I get, the more their tails whip – but they stay frozen in place. When I’m just nano-inches from the bone, they jump suddenly and charge me, knocking me over, suffocating me with dog-macho bravado. When I’m down & out in a begging, giggling heap on the floor, they run for the bone like maniacs. Whichever one of them gets it first has to play-fight the others away.