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Posted on 03/09/2026 2:02:25 PM PDT by Ciaphas Cain
I’ve been writing lately about how the crisis of a lack of objectivity—and the disappearance of even basic first- and second-order thinking—creates a cascade of unintended consequences. When people stop asking “what happens next?” or “what happens after that?”, society slowly fills up with individuals who react to everything emotionally and instantly. They become, for lack of a better phrase, human raw nerve endings.
Every stimulus produces an immediate response. No reflection, no restraint, no perspective. Just reaction.
Not surprisingly, I was asked recently what we can actually do about it. How do we reverse what looks like a pretty dangerous social trajectory? What actions should we take as a society given the constant influence of social media, the professional agitators who thrive on chaos, politicians who scream “Nazi!” at every disagreement, and a media culture that profits from outrage?
My answer?
Get your kid a dog.
I’m not kidding.
At first glance that might sound overly simple, maybe even a little ridiculous, but it goes directly back to something that has been quietly disappearing: parents teaching children the habits of responsibility, reasoning, and moral understanding. For centuries, much of that instruction was reinforced through religion and community traditions. Whether people believed deeply or simply participated culturally, those institutions taught patience, duty, humility, sacrifice, and the reality that the world does not revolve around you.
But many people abandoned religion while still expecting it to function like some kind of benevolent magic spell—something that would automatically produce good people without effort or discipline. When it didn’t work that way, they tossed the whole structure aside. In other cases, religion itself was hollowed out and replaced with something that looks less like faith and more like emotional reasoning mixed with political activism.
Either way, a lot of the practical moral training disappeared.
So I say again: get your kid a puppy. Or even better, adopt an older dog from a shelter.
Do it as soon as the child is old enough to help care for it.
I grew up on a farm, so I admit I had an unfair advantage. Farm kids learn early that living things depend on you. Animals must be fed. They must be watered. They get sick. They require attention and discipline. If you ignore those responsibilities, the consequences are immediate and obvious.
A dog compresses those same lessons into a form a child can understand.
A puppy depends on you for everything. It needs food, water, shelter, training, exercise, and affection. If you neglect it, the dog suffers. If you treat it well, the dog responds with loyalty and love that is almost embarrassingly unconditional.
Through that process a child learns responsibility, patience, and empathy—lessons that can’t really be taught through lectures or social-media slogans.
Adopting a stray or neglected dog adds another layer. It teaches compassion and the value of rescue. Living with that animal for years builds routine and discipline. And when the dog eventually grows old and dies—as all dogs do—it teaches one of the hardest but most necessary lessons of life: how to deal with loss.
Even if parents aren’t consciously trying to teach these things—or are prepared to do it themselves—the experience does it anyway, for the parent and the child.
And just as importantly, children also see the contrast. They see people who neglect their animals, abandon them, or treat them poorly. That contrast quietly reinforces what responsibility and character actually look like.
Loving and caring for a dog is about as personal as it gets. In a world increasingly filled with abstract arguments, digital outrage, and ideological slogans, a child caring for a living creature may be one of the simplest ways to teach the fundamentals of love, duty, and moral reasoning.
Sometimes the cure for a complicated social problem is not another theory.
Sometimes it’s just a kid and a dog.
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Muslims in the UK are trying to get dogs completely banned from existence... The same will be happening stateside before you know it.
More like make them get a job and quit playing video games.
My 13 year old bundle of love gets a wide berth during our regular walks. She’s a 100 pound Rott/Shepherd mix with the sweetest disposition. The look of fear in their eyes is quite amusing.
A stray followed me home and decided to keep me.
I’ve been adopted
Muslims are subhuman hulks walking the earth. No soul whatsoever.
I like dogs and cats better than I like almost all humans.
My big handsome son-in-law died a couple of years ago, now my daughter is paying whatever it costs to keep his old and wonderful dog alive. “Jackson” is a terrific watch dog, better than her other three dogs.
Better yet, take away their smartphone.
“Want to Fix America’s Broken Culture? Get Your Kid a Dog.” My lab Henry would agree...several more years and I’m going to be as crazy as he is.
Not a dog, but a father. An at home father.
I have a miniature dachshund who turns 14 next month. So far she’s in pretty great shape for a dog her age. There isn’t a day that ends without me thanking God for her and asking Him to please let us have a few more years together. Ten years ago my dog and I spent twelve months traveling across America together, she rode in my lap most of the time. She’s been to 18 states and I hope to take her to more.
Several of them would be optimum but at least one.
Siblings teach you that you are not the center of the universe. They force your parents, who hang on their precious jewel's every breath, to practice some benign neglect.
Siblings socialize you by brutally pointing out your faults and failing. Usually in public. For maximum emotional damage. You get over it.
Kids need siblings. And if you can manage it, cousins.
I think he’s onto something.
Love your mini dachshund girl. Quite a traveler. She should write a book about it.
I had a Dachshund when I was 14. Trudi was the l ove of my life, but got that awful spinal thing her vet tried to fix again and again, but finally gave up and she had to be “put down.”
When I lived on an island in Puget Sound right across from Seattle. I dopted a Keeshond from Animal Control. Found wandering around the streets, they thought she’d belonged to some homeless person and was scheduled to die that night. Said it was too late, they were closing but if I got there before 8 a.m. they’d hold her for me til then. Got there. Fillthy dog, I immediately took her to the groomer and bought best dogfood money could buy for “KeeshaSue the Gorgeous Goddess of Keeshonds”. or just “Keesh” at home.
She lived a very long, happy life. And was famous on Bainbridge for being the “shopping dog”. Loved to go to stores with me.
“Bark bark. did you ever see such great light bulbs?” People said I should write a shopping column for the local weekly newspaper: “ Keesha’s Picks of the Week”.
The big question becomes: what breed of dog?
Granted, this is a debate that can drag on a lot.
EXIT FORTY-FOUR ~ LIVE LIFE LIKE A DOG
Rupert certainly had a rough day. His faithful dog Caleb, a fourteen-year-old Labrador, had to be put down. It seems that time had caught up with the old fellow and his organs were failing. Sadly, the veterinarian could do nothing to stop the fatal decline and recommended immediate euthanasia. So it was done. And at the end of the day, a grief-stricken Rupert lay down his head to sleep.
In his sleep, Rupert was comforted by one of God’s angels, who exclaimed to the saddened soul that Caleb was well and very happy sitting at the side of the Lord. With despondency in his voice, Rupert professed that he would be sad without his companion and asked the angel why God had given dogs such a brief life.
The aura around the angel brightened as he softly answered Rupert, “My child, your own soul came to God’s Earth to learn of unconditional love, and how it can bring you the blessings of a good life. But dogs already love unconditionally. They have no lessons to learn, but only lessons to impart. And Caleb has done so with you now. You know that in your heart. So his need here is complete.”
Just as the angel began to fade from his dream, Rupert remarked, “I will miss him dearly. Without him, I’m not sure how I’ll live.”
“Rupert!” the angel quickly replied. “Have you learned nothing from him? You’ll live just as Caleb lived. You’ll give love deeply. You’ll expect and appreciate being loved by others. You’ll live brave, yet kind, and have a humble and simple existence. Yes, you’ll live as sweet Caleb did, Rupert. You’ll live life like a dog.”
What our souls can learn from our faithful companions:
~ Love unconditionally.
~ Be forever faithful and loyal.
~ Never pretend to be someone you’re not.
~ When your loved one comes home, run to greet them with joy.
~ Appreciate attention from others and let their touch thrill you.
~ If what you want is buried, don’t stop digging until you find it.
~ Find peace in the simple joy of a long walk.
~ Take every opportunity to go for a joyride.
~ Let the fresh air and wind in your face be pure bliss.
~ When you’re happy, dance and wag your entire body.
~ Run, romp, and play every day.
~ Delight in taking naps.
~ Stretch before rising.
~ On warm days, just lie back for a while in the grass.
~ On hot days, lie back for a while under a shady tree.
~ Never bite when a purposeful growl will suffice.
And most importantly,
~ When someone you love is having a bad day, sit close, be silent, and gently nuzzle them.
Why not do your best now to live life like a dog?
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