Sunday, April 30, 2006
Palomas, palombe, palumbus..... a Romanian pigeon site. Because Romanian IS a Romance language.
Someone told me this was "Portuguese". I went to it and more or less understood a lot, having French and some Latin, Spanish, Italian. But it looked... weird. Then I saw the "ro" in the url....
The "Carunculat"-- the pigeon in the home page-- looks just like my Spanish Barbs. How old are the Mediterranean- Latin connections?
Perhaps Peculiar can tell us a bit about the language...
Of course, in a fascinating book, Mary Mycio argues that Chernobyl's effects were more complex and less simplistically devastating than the pop press or Greenpeace might have it (the area is now a vast wildlife sanctuary for rare species among other things!) But I still can't help thinking it is a bit like the old George Leonard Herter chestnut: "Being eaten alive by hyenas is less painful than you would think".
How many pups will our Girls have? Steve and Val Kaeppler, fellow NM breeders, found a database based on 2080 saluki litters.
1 pup: 89 litters
2 pups: 104
3 pups: 136
6 pups: 419
8 pups: 266
9 pups: 123
10 pups 51
11 pups: 18
12 pups: 4
13 pups: 1
Lash had six lurcher pups so I think this looks pretty rational. Also means a few slots are still open!
It occurrs to me that this is a very doggy day's posting. In the winter when we want to be hunting all the time I post on & think about writing etc-- now, when I am either writing or in the garden, I dream of fall. Go figure!
"... my beliefs collided with reality in a garden in Hungary. This gold dog will never be able to do what she was born for; never, not even once. She will hope and hope until hope fades and her body grows too old to do what she once so desperately wanted.
"Meanwhile, the yaks lay contentedly on the ground, inert and happily so. These dogs who so resemble blankets are happy in their garden. They have no desire to use even the full extent of it; happy to lay nearest to the gate back to their kennel. They have no hunter's body, and they have no hunter's heart and mind. They have no desire, no mental desire and no physical desire, to move those heavy round limbs ending with heavy round feet, in anything resembling a sighthound's way. They are suitable, the best fit for their situation. They are perfect here, in this tame place, with their domesticity, with their show-ring-selected bodies and minds. They are the products of static selection, based on static appearance and on somebody's ideas of what must be the right thing for this breed to look like. The plush silky coat is gone, replaced by yak hair; the muscles, cut with definition and tendons hard as cables, are gone, a bland flat smoothness taking the place of sharp-cut convexity; the bladed tapering limbs, ending in feet so fine you can see the veins feeding them and the tendons working them and the details of the joints, these are all gone, exchanged for hairy round balls. Hair on the head and extremeties fine like a mouse's; this, from an early breed description, is gone. And the behavior is gone as well. The hunter's attentiveness, living all in their eyes and ears, alert scanners of the horizon; gone.
"They have evolved. Under static selection, where hunting is an aberration, where trips to the dog show are the only outing they will have, they are the output of evolution toward a domestic dog who resembles a borzoi. They are facsimiles. They are happy here, eating their commercial foods, sleeping their undisturbed sleep, living through entire lives in this garden. They do not suffer frustration and disappointment. They will never grow bored and restless, they will never crave to be on the other side of this fence, to go, to run as hard as their muscles and bones and lungs can manage, to hunt, to feel the fast warm fur in predatory teeth. Their hearts do not long to stretch out lightlimbs over large empty spaces. The borzoi as I have tried to understand it, as I have striven to breed it, is completely missplaced here. And here is all there is; this is what the world will be, ever more crowded, ever more restricted, ever more domesticated. It is the gold girl who suffers here.
"It is the gold girl who is the borzoi, the only borzoi, in the garden."
Update: have found it is now behind the Times' subscription firewall. Still worth looking for if you subscribe.
"My income puts me four dollars over the poverty line, but this is a choice -- as school teachers these days say in a blaming voice as though that explained everything. I knew I would never get even the first book written unless I escaped Portland and deadhead salary work. I saw poverty as a kind of freedom, a purity, a simplification. So I retired a little too soon.
"The first book is written and sold but it turns out there will be no money for a year and then it will be a modest amount. The fact is that our culture no longer values writing. Our media has gone digital video and may not return. Everyone writes -- not very well -- but the publishing houses have crashed. Indeed, the newspapers and magazines are crashing. Writers are as unemployed as Detroit assembly line workers. Rolling poverty."
And yet, finally, this is not at all a depressing essay.
"It was like coming into an inheritance to return to this dry, windy, pop. 300 village. Now I’m wealthy in time, materials, ideas, security, sunlight... But that only increases the necessity of simplification, discipline, awareness. While this lasts. Across the street the little house of one of my neighbors has been emptied over the past week or so. She is in a nursing home. The very large family cleared out what they wanted, then held a “garage” sale. We wait to see who buys the little house. It is not grand enough to attract a Hummer driver, thank... um... Buddha."
RTWT-- you know.
He is also refershingly anti EVERY idiot. I quote a recent post:
"Let’s look at the Bush bashing first. I bash Bush because:
* President-bashing is an American tradition that goes back to the beginning of our republic. Abraham Lincoln took a worse lacing from the press than any chief executive in our history.
* Bush talks funny.
* Look at his record
"Why, after reading The New York Times, would I bash Bush? Does reading it make you victim to some kind of thought-control process? Since I also bash Hillary every chance I get, is this also caused by The Times ?
"Why would I prefer Al Gore, or that curious object, John Kerry? Does pointing out W’s many and horrific shortcomings automatically make me a supporter of those two goons?
"I’ve been an NRA member since 1964 and a Benefactor Member since 1979, and I’ve been reading The American Rifleman since the 1950s. If we didn’t have the NRA, I would be writing about things other than guns because we wouldn’t have guns, but does all this mean I have to agree with every single thing the NRA says and does?
"And President Bush is always free to bash me if he so chooses."
A post I have been meaning to link to for a long time is this old one of Tam's: Why Guns?, in which the Queen of Snark gives us some thoughts on why a person might, practical reasons aside, wish to own guns:
"What do you find so fascinating about those rusty old things?" indeed. What's not fascinating about them? You can heat the cosmoline out of the stock, but the history is soaked in for good. You can own it, you can hold it, you can learn from it, you can shoot it, and then you can pass it and its story on to the next generation, having added your own small chapter. Until they make a time machine, I'll just have to keep using the time machines I already have."
Finally, a video link courtesy of Brad Lord- Leutwyler. Starts like a conventional maiden-in- menace horror movie, but with a twist...
I am not remotely exaggerating. The original "simple, fair" regs promoted by Albuquerque mayor Marty Chavez were " that all dogs and cats be spayed or neutered, provides the service for free or people who cannot afford it, requires dogs and cats to be micro- chipped, and provides an exception for bona fide breeders " [ whatever they may be-- State decides of course-- SB] (City councilman Don Harris, Albuquerque Journal 29 April.) This is bad enough for any minor breeder with its $150 fee for intact animals, and NOBODY microchips my dogs and birds!
But the reaction to this is not the status quo ante; it is a bill so mind- boggling it could have been written by Wayne Pacelle. From the same source:
"On Monday, the City Council will vote on a very different animal ordinance, Sally Mayer's Humane And Ethical Rules and Treatment (HEART) Ordinance. The ordinance contains the spay, neuter and microchip provisions. However, they are a small component of a proposal that is as breathtakingly radical as it is totalitarian....
"The ordinance would create unlimited liability for the city. It states that "the City has the responsibility to ptotect animals in the City." The courts do not impose that duty on the city with respect to people (unless they are in the city's custody). If passed, whenever pigeons are killed, animal rights activists may have a cuase of action against the city....
"The proposal equates animals and people in many respects - referring to animals "incarcerated" at the animal shelter, referring to "foster care" for animals and providing a "safe haven" for animals dropped off at animal shelters....
"Any person holding a permit - for instance, breeders - would have to have a background check, an inspection of his or her home and be subjected to warrantless follow-up searches by the city. City officials can look through paperwork that the owner must maintain for three years until after the animal dies. Every dog or cat owner must provide the city with the names of two other people who will take care of their animals in the event the owners cannot...
"Purebred aimal breeders must pay a fee of $150 per intact animal per year, and get a permit for every litter before the puppies or kittens are born...
"The ordinance equates animal abuse with domestic violence by requiring that all violoations of the lengthly law would constitute a petty misdemeanor requiring a court appearance....
"The HEART ordinance, once understood, conjures up a National Lampoon style skit of a team of Animal Control Police coming into your home without a warrant and arresting you for mistreating your bunny. It is not funny, however, becasue that is actually what the ordinance would allow."
I most certainly have a personal interest here. Three of my intact lurcher pups are in working homes in Albuquerque, and one of my forthcoming tazis is going there. (The tazis have taken most of my income and energy for the last five years and are genetic gold, the only Asian saluki-type dogs in North America, the only ones of that stock whose ancestors have never stopped hunting, and a likely source of genes for working salukis as well as a distinct population of their own). I have given all these dogs away for expenses in order to place them well, and intend to breed them all. I certainly couldn't afford such fees or, probably, survive a hostile inspection with my 120- year- old house and dusty yard. (I'm sure they would be especially fair to a falconer and hunter).
But forget me. Where, O hunters and purebred dog fans, do you think your dogs will come from? Will there be any? If there are, will they cost $5000 apiece?
If this bill passes there will be pressure on all New Mexican towns to do likewise. And I, who have lived in this town for 26 years, will be considering northeastern Montana, as I am too poor to afford my own ranch...
Update: Wayne Pacelle personally challenges governor and presidential hopeful Bill Richardson on cockfighting. It's a lose- lose situation for Richardson-- a Hispanic hot button issue (pro- cockfihghting) and a national loser.
I have been neglecting the blog for other work, but the PC minions of Animail Rites never sleep. In Solano County, California, activists have managed to enact a ban on open field coursing-- chasing hares with dogs-- in advance of the threatened legisaltion. A typical informed comment from a ban supporter:
"Who wants to live next door to a dog that has been trained and encouraged to chase and kill small animals. Cats are small, squirrels are small, children are small." (Emphasis mine).
The reasoned response of a lover of real dogs:
"My own dogs have hunted, and this is what they do in the off time, they sleep with the cats."
A realistic warning:
"This ordinance is a step toward the supporters' stated goal of outlawing all hunting in the United States."
And the result?
"... all five members of the board voted to ban open field coursing, even one supervisor who is also a hunter... The Solano County ordinance makes open field coursing a misdemeanorpunishable by a thousand dollar fine and up to six months in jail."
Hat tip Margory Cohen. Any hunter who votes for this is, charitably, BLIND.
Meanwhile, in Delaware, a bill was inroduced to outlaw greyhound racing (which doesn't exist in Delaware!) Ricka Smith, who sent this, said "The way this bill is written, even lure coursing could be construed as "racing" and animals would be confiscated by the state ..."
The bill, luckily, failed. But why would the ARistas promote a bill where no racing exists? Because they can then say, "well, it has already been outlawed in..."
Meanwhile, back in California, as the ban creeps forward, it has been amended to make it even worse. From Margory again:
"Assembly Bill 2110 was recently amended and the new language will affect certain AKC sanctioned events. The bill will prohibit "live lure coursing," which is now defined as "a competition in which dogs are, by the use of
rabbits, hares, or foxes, assessed as to skill in hunting live rabbits, hares, or foxes." AB 2110 will effectively outlaw Beagle Field Trials, Basset Hound Field Trials and Dachshund Field Trials within the state of
"The original intent of AB 2110 was to outlaw "live lure coursing," defined as "any activity in which a dog is left untethered and allowed to track and pursue any rabbit, hare, or fox and that results in the injury or death of
the rabbit, hare, or fox." In AKC sanctioned events dogs trail the scent of an animal, but they do not kill the animal.
"As amended, AB 2110 threatens the rights of Beagle, Bassett Hound, and Dachshund breeders and owners to prove the merits of their dogs as true working hounds, capable of performing tasks for which these breeds were originally developed. Individuals dedicated to continuing and refining the innate abilities of these scenthound breeds deserve the right to continue their pursuits, which in no way threaten the native rabbits tracked only by scent.
"AB 2110 now eliminates that right and should be vigorously opposed by everyone committed to purebred dogs and working field trails, regardless of their personal breed."
People like the Solano congressman or many falconers I know keep thinking THEIR sport is exempt. It's not.
Welsh mountain ponies trace their ancestorship back through Hackneys to the Darley Arabian, one of the four foundation studs of the modern Thoroughbred.
One of the latest scions of this line is Phantom Orchid.
He is named, for obvious reasons, for this rare British Columbia flower.
Timothy has produced a limited edition print to support the ongoing efforts to preserve the breed. He says: "[This is a] Limited edition hand- cut, hand- printed serigraph by Timothy Hume.
"You can help this restoration project by purchasing one of these unique prints.
"All money raised from the sale of these rare prints from my private collection will be put into the preservation of the Islander bloodline.
"I am asking $250.00.
"Please contact me if you want to help: email@example.com
("Hume's Folly" is Timothy's title for his project.)
Friday, April 28, 2006
"In Syria, once, at the head-waters of the Jordan, a camel took charge of my overcoat while the tents were being pitched, and examined it with a critical eye, all over, with as much interest as if he had an idea of getting one made like it; and then, after he was done figuring on it as an article of apparel, he began to contemplate it as an article of diet. He put his foot on it, and lifted one of the sleeves out with his teeth, and chewed and chewed at it, gradually taking it in, and all the while opening and closing his eyes in a kind of religious ecstasy, as if he had never tasted anything as good as an overcoat before, in his life. Then he smacked his lips once or twice, and reached after the other sleeve. Next he tried the velvet collar, and smiled a smile of such contentment that it was plain to see that he regarded that as the daintiest thing about an overcoat. The tails went next, along with some percussion caps and cough candy, and some fig-paste from Constantinople. And then my newspaper correspondence dropped out, and he took a chance in that -- manuscript letters written for the home papers. But he was treading on dangerous ground, now. He began to come across solid wisdom in those documents that was rather weighty on his stomach; and occasionally he would take a joke that would shake him up till it loosened his teeth; it was getting to be perilous times with him, but he held his grip with good courage and hopefully, till at last he began to stumble on statements that not even a camel could swallow with impunity. He began to gag and gasp, and his eyes to stand out, and his forelegs to spread, and in about a quarter of a minute he fell over as stiff as a carpenter's work-bench, and died a death of indescribable agony. I went and pulled the manuscript out of his mouth, and found that the sensitive creature had choked to death on one of the mildest and gentlest statements of fact that I ever laid before a trusting public."
* from Roughing It
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
Valdimir says "Steve and Libby, I just received this wonderful picture taken in Kamchatka. Local people feed their dogs. The picture is highly recommended for animal rightists."
The photo is by Arthur Chubarkin, a noted Russian traveler. His friend wrote to Vladimir: "In the picture are his dogs of his sled dog team, which he takes to the North Pole. He participated in may expeditions, including circumpolar international ones. In the picture, a Chukcha national is feeding his dogs-- he is a caretaker there".
Sunday, April 16, 2006
A sample: "I can only imagine the life of these graduates before they found their calling. Lying on the couch in their parents' basement, dreaming of a land of Cocaigne with rivers of Mountain Dew and Cheeto-trees, inhabited entirely by girls -- gone wild! And as they lift one orange-powdered finger to check out the blocked soft-core pr0n channel for a breast or maybe an elbow, there it is: Destiny. An ad telling them that they too can have a career, be respected, even worshipped. In two years, they shall be one of the elite, a fire-breathing no-holds-barred chef de cuisine with a tall hat and a knife almost large enough to compensate for Nature's cruellest jest."
"While this day is not part of the Church's liturgical calendar, there's no reason we can't enjoy it—albeit giving the holiday a bit of a twist. Why not get the baking enthusiasts in your family (i.e. the girls) to make a House of Parliament out of gingerbread? Find pictures of these exquisite gothic buildings on the Internet, and make the best copy you can, lovingly adding details with icing, perhaps even forming a tiny King James I out of marzipan. Unveil it at the outset of tonight's family dinner-or at a gathering of friends. As dinner unfolds, tell the story of Guy Fawkes and his friends—then for dessert take the gingerbread parliament outside, stuff it with M-80 fireworks, and blow it all to hell."
I can't help thinking this might remind Mr. P. of his childhood, when his mother would make elaborate gingerbread houses at christmas, win prizes with them, and then give them to young P. and his friends on New Year's Day to destroy by any means they chose...
"AT A GLANCE
. Key points of [ Albuquerque ] Mayor Martin Chavez's ordinance:
. Pet owners must have their animals spayed or neutered and microchipped
by Dec. 31, 2007.
. Penalties would start at $100 for the first offense, $250 for the second
and $500 for the third and subsequent offenses."
Courtesy John Burchard.
Apropos of that subject ("intelligent" design), a link from John Hawks' excellent anthropology blog sent me to this profile of biologist and filmmaker Randy Olson, whose forthcoming "Flock of Dodos" sounds both scientifically sound and hilarious. He wants scientists to use humor and plain speech to defend themselves and evolutionary ideas: "....when he watches the advocates of intelligent design at work, he sees pleasant people who speak plainly, convincingly and with humor. When scientists he knows talk about evolution, they can be dour, pompous and disagreeable, even with one another. His film challenges them to get off their collective high horse and make their case to ordinary people with — if they can muster it — a smile. "
Reid also sent this one to a review of Julia Childs' lifelong love affair with France and French cooking. France may be in a decline, but any civilized person must be thankful for its food, wine, and shotguns!
Finally, from Tom McIntyre, a restaurant review with recipes from the New York Times. Chef David Chang of Momofuku has a refreshing attitude: "Momofuku's pro-meat attitude goes even deeper than that. The menu warns off vegetarians, and Mr. Chang, 28, said: "It's hard to order anything here that doesn't have meat in some form or other; we just try not to make anything vegetarian. We're just doing the food we like, and we like meat. We don't make a vegetarian broth, because we don't want to, and we don't make vegetarian versions of things because they just don't taste as good as the versions we do make." "
We have just planted our first "crops"-- various greens and lettuces, and one artichoke to replace one that failed to make it over the winter. And our apples are blooming. Newcomers often complain to us that they can't get things to grow. As usual, Kipling has something to say to them.
"Our England is a garden, and such gardens are not made
By singing :- "Oh, how beautiful!"and sitting in the shade... "
In this case we-- actually mostly Libby, built the soil itself. The back yard looked like this (first photo, not second, which is a later if not finished stage):
Lib basically dug huge pits and filled them with a mix of horse manure, aged pigeon manure, and compost, with perlite to lighten it. (That big white cube is a sack of perlite). She calls the process "making giant flowerpots". You can't just put in seeds and expect things to grow. The work is backbreaking, but the results are spectacular.
MATT: Steve and Libby's rich garden in the desert will make our small effort an amusing counterpoint. But we've at least dug a bed this year to augment the annual Garden Pot. It is amazing, really, what a little pot in the backyard will do for you.
(The Crop: Early Girls, Better Boys, Romas, eggplant & bell pepper)
Monday, April 10, 2006
To see the need and for a taste of the NAIS-brand of government service, note this snippet from the press release:
"...NAIS poses a serious threat to all farmers, ranchers, livestock owners, and companion-animal owners, whether they are organic or conventional, small or large, involved with animals for business or for pleasure. Across the country, every person with even one horse, cow, chicken, pig, goat, sheep, exotic animal or virtually any other livestock animal on their premises, will be required to register their homes and property into a database and subject their property and animals to government surveillance."Is it just me, or did we all suddenly move to China?
Friday, April 07, 2006
And here are a few pics of the oblivious parents- to- be.
Reid and Roseann sent me to this wonderful tale of a unique dinner, recorded by two of my paleontological heroes, Bjorn Kurten and Dale Guthrie.
Here is Kurten:
"The meat in its abdomen had spoiled before the bison was completely frozen. But in the neck area small pieces of meat were found attached to the skull. The lions had left so little there that it had frozen through while the meat was still fresh. When it thawed it gave off an unmistakable beef aroma, not unpleasantly mixed with a faint smell of the earth in which it was found, with a touch of mushroom. About a dozen of us gathered .... on April 6, 1984, to partake of Bison priscus stew. The taste was delicious, and none of us suffered any ill effects from the meal."
Thursday, April 06, 2006
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
It was an interesting and amazingly well-illustrated talk. Not having followed the scientific aspects of the find that closely in the past, it was a useful corrective to misconceptions that had crept into my thinking. The fact that many accounts of Kennewick Man talked of the remains eroding out of the bank of the Columbia River had led me to believe that some of the bones were still in situ in the bank. In reality, the skeleton was out of context as a scatter of bones along the beach. Also, I was not aware of how fragmented the remains were. For example, the cranium was in 11 pieces, so there was a lot of reconstruction to do.
The February press release said that Owsley had established that the burial was intentional, was an "extended" burial (straight out, flat on his back), was parallel to the river, and that the head was pointed upstream. Owsley explained how he came to those conclusions. Those of us who live in arid or semi-arid climates know that calcium carbonate collects in layers in our soils. It's commonly known as caliche. Any hard material such as stone or bone that is buried within one of these caliche layers collects calcium carbonate deposits on its underside. When this phenomenon occurs over long periods of time, grains of sediment actually become cemented to the underside of the buried material.
The Kennewick bones had a consistent pattern of cemented sediment on their undersides. Owsley was able to trace the attitude of each bone's location as it was buried. This was consistent with the pattern of an extended burial. The pattern showed that the cranium was not lying flat, but had been propped up with something under it. This coupled with the fact that the bones showed no sign of perimortem disturbance or animal scavenging led him to conclude the burial was intentional.
Owsley was able to determine the body's position relative to the river by patterns of "corrasion" - wear by water-bourne sediment - on the bone. Bones on the left side of the body showed consistent patterns of corrasion, more than on the right side, indicating that this was the side of the body that eroded out of the bank first. Geological reconstruction of the river channel has shown that when the body was buried the Columbia was 400 yards away.
As I said, this phase of Owsley's work has focused on taphonomy, how the body came to be buried and preserved. There are multiple continuing studies on other aspects of the find, and he talked somewhat off the cuff as to where these are going.
Much has been made of the projectile point imbedded in Kennewick Man's hip bone. CT scans have shown that it was a healed wound and told us more about the point. It is apparently a stemmed serrated dart point. The point entered the body at an angle of 77 degrees, sliced off part of the edge of the hipbone before imbedding itself. This first impact apparently broke off the tip of the point, and that and the bone fragment came loose in the wound. Owsley believes the amount of force necessary to do this and the steep angle of entry indicate it was done by an atlatl dart. A thrusting spear could not have done that amount of damage at that angle.
The base of the point was broken in a fracture showing a twisting application of force. After he was impaled by the dart, Kennewick Man (or one of his companions) yanked and twisted (ouch!) the shaft of the dart until the point broke off and the shaft came free. You can imagine the wound.
Owsley believes that Kennewick Man was somewhere between 35 and 40 years old when he died. He was extremely muscular in the upper body and the humeri were very bowed. Use was very heavy on the right side. A comparison photograph of the heads of the humeri showed an astonishing size difference on that side. He also spent extended periods of time squatting or kneeling, as revealed by the pattern of arthritis in the knees. Owsley admitted he was only speculating, but in his opinion, Kennewick Man, "...looked like a guy who had spent a lot of time in a canoe."
The teeth showed extreme wear, so much so that Owsley believes it is more than can be accounted for by diet. The wear is probably from some task activity such as chewing hides to soften them. Christy Turner and a team of specialists are working on detailed studies of the teeth. More will come later on the teeth.
I speculated in my earlier post as to whether DNA samples had been procured. I found out from another source since then that an attempt had been made several years ago, but that it had failed. Owsley said that the attempt was made using a rib fragment, not the best choice. More attempts will be made in the future using root pulp from the tooth sockets, the preferred site these days.
Finally Owsley reiterated others' opinions that Kennewick does not look like modern Native Americans. He looks more like modern Ainu or Polynesians - but doesn't look closely like them either. Owsley has looked at the other extant Paleoindian skeletons and believes that they are all distinct from modern Native Americans, who don't appear until 7 - 8,000 BP. There also don't appear to be transitional forms, where the populations can be seen gradually changing into modern Native American types. This appears to be a sharp break.
This talk served to tell us how much more we will be learning about Kennewick Man and how much more we need to learn about Paleoindians.
"There I am, sitting on the beach in the underworld, with the standing dead. It is cold, and a loose wind blows through the darkness. But then, from the lower edge of the blank, black disk of the dead sun, bursts a perfect point of brilliance. It leaps and burns. It’s unthinkably fierce, unbearably bright, something (I blush to say it, but here it comes) like a word. And thus begins the world again. Instantly."
Sunday, April 02, 2006
We met in Albuquerque at a gathering of lurchermen and, well, bloggers-- Peculiar; Mrs. Peculiar; Bodie, Nate (who also has one of our pups), and Terence Wright ditto. Terence was kind enough to give me a photo of our grand- dog "Gobi"-- the black female on the left-- with him and his older classic lurcher "Percy" on the left. I am delighted to report that the pups in this tazi- lurcher litter are prodigies. Gobi has taken several hares single- hand and, once, two in a day with the hawks assistance
"The life of an ant and the life of my child should be accorded equal respect."
-- Wayne Pacelle, Associated Press, Jan. 15, 1989
And again, lest you think he spoke without thinking of the implications:
The life of an ant and that of my child should be granted equal consideration."
-- Wayne Pacelle, in Inhumane Society, 1990
Not my child. Not my DOG.