Thursday, November 15, 2018

The Entire World of Dog Shows in One Picture


This picture has an iconic feel to it.

Here she is: the frustrated hair dresser, the girl not quite cute enough to be a cheerleader, who might not have gotten invited to the prom, who still needs to work out her frustration at never having been a runway model.

She doesn't just go for a "hairdressers dog," she also dresses up for the shows, pinning her hair into curls in hopes someone will look up the leash as well as down. 

Is it working?  Not apparently.

The fact that so many women flock to dog shows, or used to, has always been a puzzle. 

Is the slow but inexorable demise of dogs shows a sign of better times?

As I wrote a few years back:

The core message of the American Kennel Club is a simple one: beauty pageants are how we should judge dogs.

By extension I assume that the women who attend dog shows also assume that beauty alone is how we should judge women?

If so, what an odd thing, and how very backward.

Could one reason that the American Kennel Club has fallen so far out of favor be, quite simply, that modern American men and women are no longer willing to judge people on looks alone?

If a man cannot be the wrong color, can a dog?

If a woman is more than tits and teeth, is a dog more than gait and ear set?

Think about it.

Maybe the rapid decline in AKC registrations goes hand in hand with the rise of civil rights, and a world that is increasingly run on merit.

Who cares what your dog looks like? What does it DO?

Who cares what you look like? What talent do you bring to this job?

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** Tits, Teeth and Trophy Wives
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** Tits and Teeth are Not Talent

Donald McCaig on Dogs as Equalizers


Another short missive from the late, great Donald McCaig who wrote this note after someone posted a video of David Roth's border collies. 

Apparently Mr. Roth was famous for things other than dogs?

The average dog man or woman might never know or care about that. 

We are a strange lot when it comes to our singular focus on what is important!



David Roth, of course, was David Lee Roth.

Donald was simply observing that how we pay our mortgages seems to matter a great deal less to us doggers than the dogs and the work.

In the real world of dogs there are no "big hats" because dogs are a great equalizer.

Miss you Donald! I know you will be in the church you loved tomorrow morning. I am thinking of you.

The Continuing Crisis, Drunk Raccoon Edition


It seems that six hours up the road in Milton, West Virginia, the raccoons are not rabid, but drunk.

Right. Why should they be different than the rest of the town?

Rabid animals are, of course, no laughing matter. The rabies virus can infect the central nervous system, resulting in disease and death, according to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention. But that happens after a host of increasingly scary symptoms: partial paralysis, agitation, hallucinations, hydrophobia. A British man and two children died in Morocco after they were bitten by a rabid cat.

So it was not surprising that when people in the city of Milton in the US state of West Virginia, saw raccoons behaving weirdly, they involved the local police.

Officers staked out the area where the suspect animals were hanging out, looking for any signs of the masked perpetrators.

But when they caught two of them, they realized they were dealing with a different kind of issue.

The raccoons, apparently, had been feasting on crab apples that had fermented on the tree, causing the small animals to walk around "staggering and disoriented," police said.

"Turns out they appear to be drunk on crab apples," police said in their official statement to the community.

The apprehended animals were held in custody and allowed to sober up in what can only be deemed a raccoon drunk tank.

Then they were released into the wild, but not before some enterprising officer took a picture of the animal, showing it to be dazed, woozy, more than a little out of it. They named one drunk raccoon Dallas and released both near the woods.

I've never seen a drunk animal other than I dog I knew some 40 years ago who liked to drink beer, and I was never sure he was actually drunk because there was so much pot in the air that he might have been stoned. But I digress.

Reports of drunken waxwings are a common feature this time of year, and then there were the alcoholic binge-drinking elephants of Assam in India.  There was the bear that snorted his weight in cocaine (or tried to).  But raccoons drunk off crab apples?  I guess. Why not? Moose getting blotto from apples and crab apples seems to be a thing in Alaska, Sweden and Norway.  Why not West Virginia?

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Wednesday, November 14, 2018

Dog Toy



Two African Wild Dogs (Lycaon pictus) play with a Chacma Baboon head.  Source: National Geograhic, 2018.

Better Dead Than This




This is shaved ape crawling into the Skinner Box on its own.  These are bird-brained rats unable to control themselves, mindlessly pushing levers, over and over again, for a little flash of light and a small reward.

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What Going On Here?



I have no idea what is doing on here, but apparently this is something this dog trainer "trains" for?

A dog trainer with a best-selling book and a thriving dog training business posted the video to Facebook with a "no comment" introduction:

J___  D__ has had some rather unpleasant things to say about me as a dog trainer. In this video clip you'll see her repeatedly encourage her dog to mount and hump her leg. I don't really need to say anything about her methods. She does a fine job of it herself.

I don't think I can argue with him. What is going on here, and why?  In more than 50 years in dogs I have never had to train a dog to hump me (or even not to hump me).  Am I using the wrong cologne (I use none)? Do I need a better haircut (I am bald)?

Names omitted because this is not a personal attack; I just have no idea what is going on here.  This is obviously being encouraged

The Subversive Stan Lee



Stan Lee was my kind of subversive -- the reason an entire generation of adults, reeling under the onslaught of the Civil Right movement, were terrified their kids would read comic books in which people who were different were often the heroes.

Stan Lee's message was always that you can hate a mutant or love a mutant (we are ALL mutants!), but you were always to judge them as INDIVIDUALS.

Party on Stan, and give my regards to the Silver Surfer.

Your Job is Fine, I Promise



Shanghai, China recycler, with a special emphasis on "cycle".

The Original Meme


Text credit to Sam Tabar!

Tuesday, November 13, 2018

A Pleasure to Have Known You, Donald McCaig



I am truly and deeply sad. The great and good man Donald McCaig has died, on November 12, 2018 at his home in Williamsville, VA.

Donald and I emailed about religion and the Bible the first week of November (he was reading Timothy in the New Testament, having worked his way through the Old Testament in the previous 14 years).

The post below gives some flavor of Donald, who was a great dog writer, and a rather well received author of historical fiction (he was tapped by the Margaret Mitchell estate to write the sequel to Gone With the Wind).

His service will be at the Williamsville Presbyterian Church on Friday, November 16 at 11a.m. Sympathy may be expressed to his wife Anne McCaig, 10983 Cowpasture River Road S, Williamsville, VA 24487.

If Donald was standing right in front of me, I think I would just say this: “That’ll do Donald. That’ll do. You were a useful dog.”

He would know it was my highest compliment, and he knew me well enough to know I don’t give those out for nothing. I am truly gutted to lose this bright light.

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MONDAY, DECEMBER 21, 2009
Donald McCaig on Pedigrees and Paranoia Politics


Donald McCaig

Donald McCaig is a working sheep dog man from Highland County, Virginia, a noted author of such New York Times best sellers as Eminent Dogs, Dangerous Men and Nops Trials, and a true believer in working dogs who has fought tooth and nail to preserve Border Collies as a working breed.

In an earlier post on this blog, I gave a long review of Dog Wars, which detailed the battles he and others fought against the American Kennel Club on behalf of the Border Collie.

Donald has recently sent me two missives (gotta love email!) which he has posted on a Border Collie list-serv, and both are so good, I thought I would post them here.

Enjoy!



Letter One

Dear Trainers,

Forgive me if I don't answer Dan's jibes. God rest ye Merry Gentlemen. Although the BBC tried to reach me during the show's making - probably because of the Dog Wars - we never did connect and I had not seen the show until last night. A friend watching with me was so distressed he had to go home.

I was in the UK a month or so after the show aired and before the show's full consequences had become apparent. The shock and dismay of ordinary Brits was palpable. Now I see why.

Before its airing here, when I spoke with Patrick Burns (aka Terrierman) about the show, I told him I had read breeding books in the Kennel Club library, from the 1930's, that knew perfectly well the dangers of incestuous breeding (though none objected to the worse practice of breeding to a (highly mutable and exaggerated) conformation standard.

"Patrick," I said, "We've known about this for years."

"Yes," he said, "But for the first time ordinary citizens can SEE it."

The KC, and in this country the AKC have, for years depended on an undeserved high reputation. Until the 90's, in this country at least, they were able to quell and/or marginalize dissent. I experienced first hand some of their attempts (which were more articulate than Dan's but boasted similar content). Until a few brave souls - Mark Derr was the first in this country - started exposing the Kennel Clubs, ordinary doggy folk like you and me were afraid of them. People whispered, "The AKC can put you out of dogs."

Well, the climate has changed and the Internet has nourished dissent.

I have some concerns about this expose.

The Dog Fancy Mythos: The Kennel Clubs have produced a web of lies within which most decent, intelligent intensively-doggy people have spent their lives. Many on this list literally grew up inside the Kennel Clubs, have shown in conformation (some still do) and the structure of their doggy lives has been set by the KC's bizarre zoology, submission to ignorant authority and acceptance of dubious quasi-religious beliefs. It is unsurprising many don't rebel - indeed, it is surprising when some do.

The glue that is holding the Dog Fancy together is no longer the claim that pedigreed dogs are somehow better, that AKC breeders are dog experts, that dog show judges are actually judging SOMETHING important. The glue is no longer respect for the AKC.

It is PETA. Without a wildly exaggerated but very real terror of the power, influence and malevolence of Animal Rights adherents, the Dog Fancy would implode tomorrow.

And if it did? If the KC and AKC were to become the remnant organizations they deserve to be? It's easy to picture a future when a few gray haired folk get together to reminisce about the good old days when they could cut off dogs' ears and tails because, by God they WANTED to. A future when dog showers are reduced to the status of today's dog fighters.

Can it happen? In 1956 when I started smoking we called cigarettes "cancer sticks". We kids recited the doggerel: "Pell-Mell, Pell Mell/ the only thing worse than the taste is the smell/ Surely they'll kill you but they won't say when . . ."

So, like Dog Fanciers we knew that our habits were built on lies but we had the tobacco companies resolutely, powerfully and litigaciously feeding us guff: "Eight out of ten doctors agree: smoke Camels" and that lie buttressed us enough to keep on puffing.

Dog Fanciers, those who like Dan disagree with me, are intelligent, dog savvy, dog-dedicated individuals. And they lean on the same sort of reassurance-mantras we smokers needed.

Until 1964 and the surgeon general's report. It took decades and determined litigation for the tobacco company's guff to collapse and when it did, the effects were unpredictable and powerful. Small tobacco farmers once could make a middle class living, magazines depended on cigarette advertising and smokers? They were and are treated like sick pariahs. Next time you're in the Atlanta airport, inspect the "Smoking Areas". Would you walk your dog through that?

As you know, I despise the Kennel Clubs. But when citizens have been fed guff for a hundred sixty years and the guff is revealed as not merely eccentric silly guff (c.f. poodle show cuts), but guff that has caused pain to real dogs and real dog owners, they like to pick up the pitchforks (See tobacco).

I'm not afraid of PETA or the animal rights movement. For the most part I think they are a distraction and the Dog Fancy's final, desperate demonization - "Yeah the AKC's no good but who else have we got to fight PETA".

And I'm not afraid "they're coming to take our dogs". If Mao couldn't sever that ancient connection, PETA certainly can't.

I am afraid of the fallout when the guff is exposed and derided and angry citizens pick up those pitchforks. I'm afraid that careful obedience, agility, sled dog and yes, sheepdog breeders, will be lumped in with the conformation breeders. I'm afraid our more dog savvy passions will be seen as "just like dog shows".

It won't do us much good but we'll know who's to blame.



Letter Two

Dear Fellow Sheepdoggers,

Twenty years ago the entire Border Collie community fought against AKC "recognition" (Aka "stalking"). Like many sheepdoggers I was unfamiliar with the Dog Fancy - the real humans whose dog activities occur entirely within the structures and belief systems of the Kennel Club (UK) and it's American (and slightly worse clone) the AKC.

Under the "know your enemy" theory I studied these organizations and their origins and belief structures. I got to know AKC dissidents and had access to then unavailable AKC board minutes and AKC correspondence with breed clubs.

It puzzled me. How could otherwise rational human beings believe such crap?

Every time they were criticized, the AKC sent a letter to their important members. (Ordinary owners of AKC reg dogs were ignored).

These letters answered criticism with three arguments:

The Wizard of Oz argument: "We are the dog experts. Who knows dogs - or what's good for them - better than anyone."

The Charlie Brown argument: "We just register dogs on little pieces of paper. We have no responsibility for them. Why is everybody always picking on me?"

(You can see both arguments offered in "Pedigreed Dogs Exposed").

A third argument is a native American product. I've never heard it in Britain. For brevity I'll call it the "Niemöller argument" Ms. Joy has been kind enough to reprint it in full.

While the AKC registers lots of dogs, the vast majority of American dogs aren't registered, and most Americans are mildly contemptuous of dog shows (which are, at its core, what the AKC is about). Americans watch Westminster and giggle at it. I don't known if I've ever seen a major newspaper account of that show which wasn't accompanied by a photo of a ridiculous dog - esp a French poodle in show coat. I've never seen an account w/o a pun headline.

That mockery hurts a Dog Fancier's feelings. Here they are: the Dog Experts that everybody is picking on and they they have the only correct and refined canines. So okay, the AKC treats them like petulant children. The AKC doesn't let them have a say in anything.

But the AKC, like every other tyrant in history, will protect them and their dogs.

Against who?

Well, er . . . against anybody. How about Ingrid Newkirk. How about the HSUS. And anybody who criticizes anything the Dog Fancy does - whatever it does, is Ms Newkirk's dupe - a doggy pinko.

Because they're coming to take our dogs.

"Who?"

"They!!!!"

"But what about the 60 million American dogs and their owners."

"Them too. After they've got all the "refined" dogs."

"Oh. And why do you think this is true?"

"Don't you see - it's just like dominoes. First they come for the socialists . . ."

"I've never heard of that breed."

"No, it's like Nazi Germany. 'First they came for the socialists.'"

"But this isn't Nazi Germany. Dogs aren't socialists."

"Never-you-mind: they're coming for our dogs!"

The Niemoller argument (which is a pretty good argument for the ACLU) has become: "If you think the American Kennel Club is autocratic and unresponsive; if you think that show ring breeding has, over time caused immense pain to dogs and dog owners, if indeed, you think the AKC may, at one time, have made a mistake - just one - then you are among those conspiring to take away our show dogs, our working dogs, our fiest dogs, our sled dogs, our police dogs, our sleep-on-the-bed pet dogs, even the old fart dog I saw lounging in the offices of the US House Ag committee.

If you criticize the Dog Fancy, you are anti-dog.



Don McCaig shows a very sophisticated understanding of how the AKC and its parroting lackeys work on canine list-servs and bulletin boards.

"Niemoller arguments" are actually "slippery slope" arguments.

McCaig correctly notes that these arguments are often used by the ACLU to manipulate the left into saluting every extreme rights claim.

It should also be said that they are used by those on the far right trying to rationalize the more extreme claims made by the National Rifle Association.

The problem with the "slippery slope" argument is that it denies the rationality of people and ignores the fact that we carve steps into slippery slopes every day.

Legalization of booze has not meant the legalization of heroin.

Legalized abortion has not led to legalized infanticide.

Legalized guns for self-defense and sport has not meant a push to carry loaded bazookas through airports.

Regulation of cars and swimming pools has not led to a police state.

Of course, everyone knows this.

We all use stairs every day. No one is falling, uncontrolled, out the window or down the mountain.

And yet, contrived crisis is manufactured at every turn.

Paranoia politics is a staple of the American political system.

What's that all about?

The simple answer is that it's about social manipulation.

One way to gain or retain political power, even in the face of obvious immorality, is to suggest a massive "evil" lurks just outside the campfire's light.

And so Joe McCarthy clanged the alarm of communism, and George Bush said weapons of mass destruction were just over the hill.

No one thought to notice that Russia could not even make soft toilet paper.

No one bothered to point out that Al Queda's choice of weapons was box cutters, and that their leadership lived in caves and mud huts without running water or electricity. We are not fighting Lex Luthor!
And so it is with PETA.

This organization has no lobbying presence in Washington, D.C. and is little more than a press release factory.

Like a Hollywood western town, it's one board thick with nothing but the desert behind it.

But you would never know that to listen to the American Kennel Club or some of the professional hysterics in the online world.

Consider this: Don and I both live in Virginia, where PETA is headquartered, and yet in this state we shoot more than 230,000 deer a year, as well as over 1,500 black bear. My name and address is in the phone book, and Don is not too hard to find either. Harassed by PETA? Ha! They are cloud-hidden, whereabouts unknown. I have no fear of them, and neither does any dairy man, deer hunter, sheep man, or butcher.

Here in Virginia, we trap red fox, gray fox, and bobcat, have two turkey seasons, and we blast away at duck and geese with abandon.

We have a cash bounty on coyotes, and the state Constitution guarantees a right to hunt and fish.

Dogs? The state dog of Virginia is the fox hound!

PETA? Real power? Not so much.

In fact, the only power PETA has is the power that the American Kennel Club and various fringe hook-and-bullet writers have given it.

What's that all about?

Simple: by fomenting a fake fear of the "Animal Rights lobby," the American Kennel Club and some right-wing hunters seek to turn attention away from genuinely immoral activities.

This is "Wag the Dog" politics, where a contrived crisis is used to take our attention off of real immorality, such as breeding deformed, defective and diseased dogs or winking at "canned hunts" where former petting zoo animals are shot as they step out of a cage and into a 50-acre fenced enclosure.

The bottom line is that the folks who pull the "Animal Rights" fire alarm at every turn are giving us all an IQ test.

If we fall for it, then we have failed.

And who have we failed?

Not just ourselves. We have also failed the dogs.


One of Donald's dogs plays in the recent snow..

Donald McCaig, 1940-2018


“The glue that is holding the Dog Fancy together is no longer the claim that pedigreed dogs are somehow better, that AKC breeders are dog experts, that dog show judges are actually judging SOMETHING important. The glue is no longer respect for the AKC.

“It is PETA. Without a wildly exaggerated but very real terror of the power, influence and malevolence of Animal Rights adherents, the Dog Fancy would implode tomorrow.”

— Donald McCaig, 1940-2018, author of such New York Times best sellers as Eminent Dogs, Dangerous Men and Nops Trials, and the lesser-selling but terribly important book The Dog Wars.

Monday, November 12, 2018

The Fire This Time


Fire in California, like drought, is a failure of memory and a longage of people.

In East of Eden, Nobel-prize winning author John Steinbeck's (1902-1968) put it well:
I have spoken of the rich years when the rainfall was plentiful. But there were dry years too, and they put a terror on the valley. The water came in a thirty-year cycle. There would be five or six wet and wonderful years when there might be nineteen to twenty-five inches of rain, and the land would shout with grass. Then would come six or seven pretty good years of twelve to sixteen inches of rain. And then the dry years would come, and sometimes there would be only seven or eight inches of rain. The land dried up and the grasses headed out miserably a few inches high and great bare scabby places appeared in the valley. The live oaks got a crusty look and the sagebrush was gray. The land cracked and the springs dried up and the cattle listlessly nibbled dry twigs. Then the farmers and the ranchers would be filled with disgust for the Salinas Valley. The cows would grow thin and sometimes starve to death. People would have to haul water in barrels to their farms just for drinking. Some families would sell out for nearly nothing and move away. And it never failed that during the dry years the people forgot about the rich years, and during the wet years they lost all memory of the dry years. It was always that way.

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Old Man :: Patti Casey



It doesn’t get better than this.

The "Old Man" was one of David Cunningham’s puppies. We all deserve this kind of love. ❤️

The New York Times Said It Would All Be Fine


In 1922, The New York Times, which helped get Trump elected in 2016, told us everything would be fine in Germany. It wasn’t. They said the anti-Semitism was just a short term political ploy. It wasn’t.

"Homecoming" by N.C. Wyeth (1945)

Early American Coursing Dogs & Ads















A nice old ad from Leon Almirall!
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Sunday, November 11, 2018

Fruit on Veteran's Day


I was out in Maryland today, coming back from Frederick, wife driving, when it occurred to me that last night was the first frost of the season, and that tomorrow was Veteran’s Day.

“Turn right at the next exit,” I said.

“Where are we going?”

“A place I want to show you.”


We pulled into a small graveyard cut into the side of a field. I explained everyone buried here was black, and I wanted to show her some graves. I found them pretty quickly. It was a small cemetery, and they were at the back, near the hedge line.

The graves were of African Americans who had fought in World War I in one of the American "colored" units that served under the French.

Over 300,000 African-Americans fought for European freedom in World War I at a time when they were still treated as third class citizens, without full rights, back home.

These good Americans were assigned to the French Army because the US would not let them fight under white American command.

This Veteran’s Day, the 100th Anniversary of the end of World War I, I had come to pay respect to these men, and to remember their contribution to history.

I had also come for fruit.


Just above the graves was a wild persimmon tree, groaning under fruit, just now sugaring up after the first frost. I could just reach a few. They were no longer sour, but not yet sweet. The frost had not yet been long enough or hard enough.

Soon.

As we ate a few persimmons (my wife’s first), I wondered what Billie Holiday would think.

Strange fruit.

Bitter fruit.

Not quite ripe or sweet.