The End of Dogs

Dogs used to be wolves, you know. They had dignity once. They had an aura once, a presence. They used to be tough, wiry, vicious animals, with a healthy dose of heart - they were bred for hunting, for companionship. For protection. For tracking. They were manly dogs, doing manly things. In their dreams, they still dream of those days in the wild - hunting in a pack, terrorizing the country-side. In their dreams, they are the hunters, the thundering of hooves behind them, the warm cloying scent of blood teasing them just ahead. Dogs are meant to be dogs. In their dreams, they eat meat, and drink from the river. They piss where they want, marking their territory. They snap at each other. They obey an order to maim, to kill. They were dogs.

The dogs these days - they aren't dogs. They're toys. Little, inbred toys with genetic defects. You like your little toy pomeranians, shih tzus, your poodles. You think they're cute. A few years down the road when they throw a fit, when they go blind, when they get paralyzed... you'll be crying and putting them down. Minutes later, you'll want a new one. And for every cute dog you buy... for every cuddly, beautiful, cute looking dog... at least a couple in the litter had to be killed because of their hideous deformities. Oh yeah, the price of cuteness. Sure. you get a totally emasculated, tiny... midget of a dog who'd be eaten up by rats.... has no function at all except to look cute... you dress the dog up, you humanize him. Can't stop you.

Stop the inbreeding. Stop the genetic horrors, the good genes being lost for all time... stop the recessive genes from being expressed. Wake up and smell the awful truth about inbreeding. Look. I have nothing against dressing dogs up - i mean, if you buy a toy, you would want accessories, right? But i have everything against treating dogs like toys. Mass producing them, customizing them, making them weaker, sicker, lesser creatures... just so they can look cute. And the dog clothing culture stems from that. It's all a package.

Yeah, "true dog lover." Sure. You wouldn't love dogs if they were actually dogs still. Wolves. Animals. Not toys. Not accessories. But proper dogs.

Sigh. As ever, the pleas will fall on deaf ears.