subtitle: Researcher explores close prehistoric relationship between human and dog.
Nice! I have a cat but I do love dogs. Pets are a wonderful addition to our lives.
Yea, my dog owns me.
What of it?
If only dogs could talk.
My dogs and I have a deep understanding. I know that gaze very well. Even my little fifteen year old Bichon rescue with cataracts still likes me to hold his face and tell him, “you have the most beautiful eyes.”
Bolderdash! I find it hard to believe that anybody can look at a beloved dogs eyes full of love, loyalty, and warmth and possibly think that they are a product of random, mindless chance just working upon upon dead materialistic elements. There are things written in dogs eyes that should be able to tell anyone something else altogether. Dogs are fashioned in love by the God who is love. Nobody teaches them how to love. It is hardwired in by their Creator who has made them to be ministering spirits. They are a testimony to the fact that our Creator is Love and obviously has caused love to flourish, even in this very sin broken world.
Puppy Love is the beginning of a dog’s life...
I want # 3. :-)
On the other hand, when a cat stares at you, it is evaluating whether you are worth the effort of becoming the next meal.
I just picked up and abandoned puppy, a bag of bones, a couple weeks ago. He's starting to come around now.
I love my doggies.
(click on my name to see my doggies)
One of the first expeditions by Europeans into my home state included a dog named Skwee-Skwee. I don’t think he was any kind of a special dog, more of a utility outfielder.
Skwee-Skwee oftentimes couldn’t find enough excitement during the day tramping through the woods, so, like all bored baseball players, he would create his own excitement. This involved a game he invented where the object was to run a grizzly bear through camp. Skwee-Skwee wasn’t big enough to chase a bear through camp, but he was aggravating enough to make the bear chase him.
Through the middle of camp.
While the men were relaxing or cooking.
This game earned Skwee-Skwee his second name from the men of “That Go**amned Four-Legged Fool!”
Nobody had time to grab their rifle and shoot the bear. Skwee-Skwee would break from the bushes like Big Daddy Don Garlits doing the quarter mile with a really angry grizzly bear on his tail.
Skwee-Skwee would have liked the Hobbit movies as he enjoyed a good sequel. He would lead the grizzly one way through the camp and then execute a loop and bring Mr. Ursus back from another direction. This did not help his popularity with the men.
I am happy to report that no men, grizzly bears or dogs were harmed during these incidents.
Skwee-Skwee became somewhat famous in the Northwest and a city was named in his honor. The city of Spokane is named after this bear-teasing dog.
My dogs speak to me with their eyes and I understand what they are saying.
