Wash Rinse Repeat. Not.

Pre-pandemic is gone, replaced by its troubled sibling, the one that doesn’t fit anywhere in this already dysfunctional global family. She who has a habit of changing her name, shape, identity and attack mode. She who possesses a very nasty way of making all around just a bit twitchy and more than a little jumpy. She who arrives, inflicts, and thrives on chaos and instability.

Yep, there are those who have been untouched, for now. Those who don’t give a shit about what has stopped, cropped and stuffed an awful lot of people, never mind trillions of flora fauna, in other words, a shitload of generalized planetary life forms, other than us.

Its good, yet weird, to be writing about dogs again. Dogs and their relationship with humans, especially those that get each other. After 2 years, 2 months, 5 days, its time to dive back into a very different blogosphere, that digital platform for sharing articles and shoving forth opinions. The rusty reality has been obvious, lack of practice, aging and a lung eating, organ infecting virus tends to distract one from one’s hobbies and passions.

So, it was with itchy fingertips and a brief helicopter view of how things stand/paw for the magnificent Bali dog and the ancient relationship with their island humans.

​We are very sure, factually we know, there have been detrimental outcomes over the last nearly 3 years, so we are not about to ‘talk up’ any reality either which way. The reality is that Bali people and Bali dogs have survived another challenge to their union. And like so many battles before, they have endured and their intertwined story continues, albeit battered bruised and shaken. What they retain in common is a very ancient ability to live in this moment, adapt to change and evolve as required to survive and thrive.