Dump & Run, Not.

It’s so very easy to judge, we all do it, its part of the human condition.  Everything changes, so much quicker than our sophisticated brains can really fathom.  We are hardwired to survive and like any dying entity with a nervous system, our grey matter is designed to jettison all other bodily functions in order to hold on until the final moment.

In a rapidly and increasingly shifting real world reality, the changes are coming at us in tsunami like waves and we are unloading extraneous baggage at a spin out of control level that is unavoidably apparent, even to our selfish instinct to survive at all costs.

When you take on the responsibility for the care and or guardianship of another sentient being, it is a commitment not only to that life but for the duration of that life, no matter the duration or quality.  Circumstances change but the commitment and durability at whatever cost that may entail must not, otherwise we are nothing more than yet another failed bunch of cellular muck that didn’t quite make the grade in evolutionary terms.

The rate of canine carnage in dumpage terms globally is unfathomable and even with records that mirror the exposure in levels that make the queasiness in guttural aspects sickening, species extermination is now an accepted norm.  A position that is comforting in a cognitive dissonance stanch, a level that is astounding in the extreme.

The amount of Bali Street Dogs that are dumped and run out of existence is in itself a reflection of where humanity has reached.  Well meaning foreigners who have a thirst for the unknown are certainly responsible for the act, local people who crave the new and trendy play their part.  Yet underpinning all of this is an unquenchable need for self gratification and a yearning to consume and possess the latest fashion, a plethora of satisfying and endless soup laden lumpfuls, for the needy.

Bali Street Dogs are not fashionable, that title is reserved for their cousins, the domesticated dog.  The dog of all dogs, the proto dog, the link and bridge between wild and furbaby is so valuably unique, that it and they are what they simply are.  It just is.

Having lived with, spent time with and learned from a conscious being that is still pure in its presence, has been a privilege that no money can buy and no passing fad can match.   

       

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