971 DEFINING A DOG-LOVER
DEFINING A DOG-LOVER
A few years ago, I had a long and quite disturbing conversation with an elderly retired American farmer, who told me of his despair at his countrymen's interest in 'designer dogs'. He told me of cases in which one breeder would respond to specific customer orders by breeding precisely what they wanted and charging them the earth for the resultant pups. The breeder had no interest in the fate of the dogs she bred or the lives she had condemned them to. How truly do you breed a dog that has 'to be able to live in a tenth storey apartment, use a litter tray from day one, have a long white coat but no shedding, not require street-level exercise, eat the same food as the family, but live a 'nice long time'! Wickedly, the retired farmer sent the breeder, after removing the breed's name, a breed standard, and the function, of what is known there as an English Shepherd. The breeder responded with the news that she could supply just the dog, by mating her Samoyed with a friend's Pinscher! And at a special price of a thousand dollars a pup! This is wallet-led dog-exploitation and has to be ended.
Last year, I caught a glimpse of a TV games show in which a contestant, when asked what she would do with her surprisingly high winnings, declared that she would buy a Toy dog and 'spend pounds and pounds dressing it up.' The TV show host didn't ask what the dog had done to deserve such punishment. And punishment it is when humans use dogs as outlets for their own needs, without thought for the dog's needs. This contestant should have read John Steinbeck's superb Travels with Charley to appreciate dog's simple needs. He wrote 'Such people, it seems to me, are capable of inflicting long and lasting tortures on an animal, denying it any of its natural desires and fulfillments until a dog of weak character breaks down and becomes a fat, asthmatic, befurred bundle of neuroses.' This too is wallet-led exploitation of dogs and deserves public condemnation. It is not dog-loving!
I was reminded of these two different instances when in a nearby Cotswold town recently, when I came across a large heavily-coated lady and her small heavily-coated Sheltie, both in sable coats, both out of breath after climbing up to the high pavement, both wearing expensive chokers but only one being perpetually coaxed forward with infantile chat. The small Pom-like Sheltie didn't look much like a sheepdog. The lady didn't sound like an adult. Steinbeck covered this too: 'Such a dog-lover talks baby-talk to mature and thoughtful animals, and attributes his own sloppy characteristics to them until the dog becomes in his mind an alter ego.' This lady needed her dog; I'm not so sure that the dog needed her! This was also a human exploiting a dog entirely for their own personal needs; the dog's needs didn't count.
Over half a century ago, I had the privilege of an extended conversation with an elderly retired shepherd on Salisbury Plain, as we both walked our dogs. Wisely I listened; wisely he talked. He had spent most of his life on the plain, minding sheep with his Blue Shag rough-coated sheepdogs. For nearly two hours he spoke warmly of his dogs and of his years with just them for company; he could remember the names of dogs which died twenty or thirty years before. He could recall quite vividly the differences between them, what made them individuals and how he had to treat them as individuals. Not once did he speak of his needs, his difficulties, how the world had treated him. John Steinbeck would have travelled a long way to share a conversation with this lovely man. He needed his dogs and they needed him; there was no exploitation and finance didn't feature in their relationship. He didn't need to tell me that he was a dog-lover!
I have a neighbour who goes out at 8 each morning, returning at 6 in the evening. I can hear her little dog's lonely and sometimes frightened barking throughout the day. She cannot. On her return she carries the wretched dog around her garden, telling it quite loudly how mean the world has been to her that day. Her dog has had its say during the day! Steinbeck covered this as well, writing: 'I yield to no one in my distaste for the self-styled dog-lover, the kind who heaps up his frustrations and makes the dog carry them around.' This needlessly neurotic little dog will probably live another ten years and, with it, the equivalent of six years alone. He would have loved travelling with John Steinbeck, enlightened human company for every hour of every twenty four. This little dog met the needs of its owner but its own needs were wholly disregarded. Steinbeck's phrase 'self-styled dog-lover' sums up the blind selfishness displayed by my neighbour.
During the Second World War, after two successive nights of sustained bombing, my father decided that on the third night we would take refuge in a nearby public air raid shelter, rather than under the stairs in our own home. So, clutching our gas masks and accompanied by the family dog, my parents, my youngest sister and I approached the public shelter. We were met by an officious air raid warden, in steel helmet and navy blue uniform, who greeted us with just two words: "No dogs!" My father didn't hesitate: "Then none of us will come in" he said quietly, "the dog is part of the family". We went home, to take our chance under the stairs. This was not a light-hearted decision by my father; he knew about war, from the Somme. The family dog was a small black Schipperke cross; I never once heard my father describe himself as a dog-lover. Those constantly informing us of how much they love their dog arouse my suspicion - often they mean 'how much they need their dog', and that's fundamentally different. Real love is giving not taking.
Warm-blooded playthings like tiny Poms, fragile English Toy Terriers, flat-nosed Pekingese, weepy-eyed Pugs and over-coated Yorkies have been bred to meet a human need; dogs bred by dogs would not be that tiny, that vulnerable, that fragile, that heavily-coated. Dogs are subject creatures; should we now with our new-found pretentious 'virtue-signalling' and assumed moral vanity not be more objective? We have exploited the planet and will one day pay the price. We are still exploiting dogs but only they are paying the price. Is that acceptable in these days of widespread moral posturing? Are we truly more interested in the welfare of foxes, grey squirrels and pigeons, classed by some as vermin, than in that of man's best friend? Indirect cruelty is still cruel. Cruelty by design is even crueller. The blind selfishness of humans towards dogs is nearly always unacknowledged and always unpunished. It's the dogs that receive the punishment. One day dog-lovers will be defined by how much they give to dogs rather than how much they just take!