A Dogged
Tale
The Wicked Queen’s obsequious mirror in the Snow White Palace can’t best this. Dog Devotion is absolute. It’s mountainous heaps of admiration plus love and focus. Such focus that it makes the lyrics of Cilla Black’s You’re my World levitate and revisit freshness on the misty banks of the Mersey.
You can’t put off your pet dog. Take a poll - ask
handsome ‘own store’ pirate who denies being Quasimodo, or Adolph Kumar, the
cable-laying cum communist house-painter. Ask the late nation-building Saddam’s
ghost, Aqualung the hot item girl from Poland/Ukraine, and your unfriendly
neighbourhood terrorist, Bin something, back from a quick trip to you know
where.
But all the while humankind is busy opining on the
dog, to it, you’re no less than a radiant planet, and it is honoured to be your
happy satellite.
A bad encounter with a dog is normally an armchair
experience of a literary kind. You can choose to meet the Hound of the
Baskervilles or the Escapee from the Dog Crypt there.
But in real-time, you’d have to be a right nasty. Or the run in is with a rabid canine, a dog
startled, scared, recovering from abuse, or fed on mad cow.
But really, considering all the many types, the
genetic foundation of practically every well-known dog is less than 500 years
old. Most dogs we know have been bred, Mandingo fashion, by man, according to a
paper published by Elaine Ostrander and
Leonid Kruglyale of the Fred Hutchinson Cancer Research Center, (Seattle), in
the American Association for the Advancement
of Science magazine. Interestingly, the duo looked into dog genetics to cast
some further light on human ones.
Really ‘old family’ dogs, with a genetic trail going
back some 12,000 to 14,000 years, do however exist. They include the Shar-pei
and Chow from China, the Basenji from Africa, the Afghan
from (paradoxically) Arabia, and the Siberian Husky – all close
relatives, different as they may seem, of the wolf.
Another unexpected
on this list is the small and fluffy Shih Tzu, which looks like a
wind-up yappy toy. Just goes to show!
And if there is a look of bewilderment on your newbie
but bred-to-be-fierce Rottweiler/Tibetan Mastiff/Pit Bull - please tell it/the
entire platoon behind it, that we hereby hasten to add that we weren’t talking
about them.
But in the main, dogs have been propping up human
beings from the time the first wolf walked into a fire-warmed cave, from the
cold outside. Celebrated and enduring may well be good words to describe the
man-dog partnership.
On the dog side of the ledger, is the civilising
effect he’s had on man - the setting of
value tones, and maintaining the aesthetics of a relationship.
On the side of man’s evolution, observing dogs at play
has led us to imitate their hind-quarters activity. Mankind has also taken the
dog’s display of tooth and claw as a licence to bite, perceived enemies
certainly, but also the hand that feeds.
Without doubt, it is the dog that has the better take
on compassion; unhesitatingly welcoming proximity, even to the most
dysfunctional, depressive or unpleasant amongst us.
Clearly, dogs can love normal people, and very many
other kinds, with no resultant loss of enthusiasm. Their invaluable assistance
to the invalid, the lonely, the blind is well known. The dog’s light touch at
apprehending criminals without offending their dignity more than is absolutely
necessary is also a wonder to behold.
But praise from man, whom the dog knows for his mood
swings, sometimes embarrasses the quadruped. Still,
it was a pig, Squealer, that came up with the slogan, in George Orwell’s
Animal Farm: ‘Two legs bad, four legs good’.
The dog on the other hand, has the wisdom to play the
fool, happy to raise a laugh, and glad for a cuddle.
But man has been carrying on an anthropomorphic affair
of his own. Dogs come in great variety, in style, plot, theme, song, book, art,
film, fashion, cartoon and coffee mug. They’ve sparked a multi-billion dollar
business, Thank the Great Borzoi in the Sky, in pet food and
accessories, vet and dog shrink, beautician and sculptor - all the way from the
kennel to the grave.
The make-like-a-dog audio honours go, famously, to a
nameless Hound Dog of ‘you ain’t nothing but a…’ fame. This ditty, accompanied
by pelvis action, caused TV impresario Ed Sullivan (a straight-jacketed but
hugely popular Oprah of his time), to picture Elvis from the waist up.
Not all famous dogs are nameless though. Take Devil and his tag-line ‘He’s
not a dog, he’s a wolf’ stated calmly when people go ‘Jeez, what is that!’
Devil accompanies The Ghost Who Walks out of the deep-woods at
Bangalla whenever he goes into town - in hat, Fedora-pulled down over eyes, and
belted, (Burberry?) overcoat. This ‘town’ usually means a world apart, Chicago
or New York, a long Dakota ride away. But Devil comes along.
It made for a nice contrast to the Bangalla forest
highlights: Hero the white horse grazing in tranquillity. The waterfall
in front of the Skull Cave flowing like a liquid curtain. Smiling, tourist
poster quality Bandar Pygmy people in grass skirts, quite capable of doing you
in silently with their poison blow-darts. And Devil - dematerialised into the forest.
A pair of
literary top-dogs that best the recently departed Lee Falk’s Devil with
the full power of towering characterisation, is Jack London’s Call of the
Wild featuring Buck, half St.Bernard and half German Shepherd, and
White Fang, half husky and half wolf. These dogs are the central characters
of London’s books, along with Alaska and
the Yukon respectively, as the supporting actors.
Others walk the stage in smallish, frequently furry
and white aspect. They are capable of turning their masters into twittering
messes at a flick of a tail or the cock of an ear. To wit: Snowy,
Tintin’s inseparable, and one Dogmatix- beloved miniature four-legged
buddy of menhir delivery man Obelisk.
There’s Size Big master of the yesteryear comic strip-
Marmaduke. This is a daily romp
with a Great Dane in a metaphorical suburban China Shop.
There’s Snoopy, atop his kennel, rather than in
it, tended to by that stoic hero Charlie Brown, who served as a backbone to the
late Schultz’s considerable wizardry.
There are so many literary dogs besides - untidy Ruff,
alter-ego to one Dennis the Menace, Benji, Lassie, Rin Tin Tin,
Scooby Doo, Deputy Dawg and gawrsh-making Goofy…The muppetisation
and soft-toy industry seems well stocked
too, but wait.
Before we forget
the hunting and gathering days altogether, that original man-dog partnership
deed may need another look yet!
Sparsely
populated parts of northern Europe, rural farmland for centuries, is being
reclaimed by the wild, and packs of wolves are back, alongside the occasional
bear. This has not been seen since medieval times. It’s the declining or
non-existent birth-rates, migration to the cities, a dwindling population.
Let’s face it -there
is good reason for Angela Merken’s Germany to let in the Syrian refugees.
For: Sirfnews On The Weekend
(1,167 words)
December 26th, 2015
Gautam Mukherjee