Monday, March 21, 2011

The Creature Connection


Bashert is a gentle, scone-colored, 60-pound poodle, a kind of Ginger Rogers Chia Pet, and she’s clearly convinced there is no human problem so big she can’t lick it. Lost your job, or bedridden for days? Lick. Feeling depressed, incompetent, in an existential malaise? Lick.

“She draws the whole family together,” said Pamela Fields, 52, a government specialist in United States-Japan relations. “Even when we hate each other, we all agree that we love the dog.” Her husband, Michael Richards, also 52 and a media lawyer, explained that the name Bashert comes from the Yiddish word for soul mate or destiny. “We didn’t choose her,” he said. “She chose us.” Their 12-year-old daughter, Alana, said, “When I go to camp, I miss the dog a lot more than I miss my parents,” and their 14-year-old son, Aaron, said, “Life was so boring before we got Bashert.”

Yet Bashert wasn’t always adored. The Washington Animal Rescue League had retrieved her from a notoriously abusive puppy mill — the pet industry’s equivalent of a factory farm — where she had spent years encaged as a breeder, a nonstop poodle-making machine. By the time of her adoption, the dog was weak, malnourished, diseased, and caninically illiterate. “She didn’t know how to be a dog,” said Ms. Fields. “We had to teach her how to run, to play, even to bark.”

Stories like Bashert’s encapsulate the complexity and capriciousness of our longstanding love affair with animals, now our best friends and soul mates, now our laboratory Play-Doh and featured on our dinner plates. We love animals, yet we euthanize five million abandoned cats and dogs each year. We lavish some $48 billion annually on our pets and another $2 billion on animal protection and conservation causes; but that index of affection pales like so much well-cooked pork against the $300 billion we spend on meat and hunting, and the tens of billions devoted to removing or eradicating animals we consider pests.

“We’re very particular about which animals we love, and even those we dote on are at our disposal and subject to all sorts of cruelty,” said Alexandra Horowitz, an assistant professor of psychology at Barnard College. “I’m not sure this is a love to brag about.”

Dr. Horowitz, the author of a best-selling book about dog cognition, “Inside of a Dog,” belongs to a community of researchers paying ever closer attention to the nature of the human-animal bond in all its fetching dissonance, a pursuit recently accorded the chimeric title of anthrozoology. Scientists see in our love for other animals, and our unslakable curiosity about animal lives, sensations, feelings and drives, keys to the most essential aspects of our humanity. They also view animal love as a textbook case of biology and culture operating in helical collusion. Animals abound in our earliest art, suggesting that a basic fascination with the bestial community may well be innate; the cave paintings at Lascaux, for example, are an ochred zooanalia of horses, stags, bison, felines, a woolly rhinoceros, a bird, a leaping cow — and only one puny man.

Yet how our animal urges express themselves is a strongly cultural and contingent affair. Many human groups have incorporated animals into their religious ceremonies, through practices like animal sacrifice or the donning of animal masks. Others have made extensive folkloric and metaphoric use of animals, with the cast of characters tuned to suit local reality and pedagogical need.

David Aftandilian, an anthropologist at Texas Christian University, writes in “What Are the Animals to Us?” that the bear is a fixture in the stories of circumpolar cultures “because it walks on two legs and eats many of the same foods that people do,” and through hibernation and re-emergence appears to die and be reborn. “Animals with transformative life cycles,” Dr. Aftandilian writes, “often earn starring roles in the human imagination.” So, too, do crossover creatures like bats — the furred in flight — and cats, animals that are largely nocturnal yet still a part of our daylight lives, and that are marathon sleepers able to keep at least one ear ever vigilantly cocked.

Researchers trace the roots of our animal love to our distinctly human capacity to infer the mental states of others, a talent that archaeological evidence suggests emerged anywhere from 50,000 to 100,000 years ago. Not only did the new cognitive tool enable our ancestors to engage in increasingly sophisticated social exchanges with one another, it also allowed them to anticipate and manipulate the activities of other species: to figure out where a prey animal might be headed, or how to lure a salt-licking reindeer by impregnating a tree stump with the right sort of human waste.

Before long, humans were committing wholesale acts of anthropomorphism, attributing human characteristics and motives to anything with a face, a voice, a trajectory — bears, bats, thunderstorms, the moon.

James Serpell, president of the International Society for Anthrozoology, has proposed that the willingness to anthropomorphize was critical to the domestication of wild animals and forming bonds with them. We were particularly drawn to those species that seemed responsive to our Dr. Dolittle overtures.

Whereas wild animals like wolves will avert their eyes when spotted, dogs and cats readily return our gaze, and with an apparent emotiveness that stimulates the wistful narrative in our head. Dogs add to their soulful stare a distinctive mobility of facial musculature. “Their facial features are flexible, and they can raise their lips into a smile,” Dr. Horowitz said. “The animals we seem to love the most are the ones that make expressions at us.”

Dogs were among the first animals to be domesticated, roughly 10,000 years ago, in part for their remarkable responsiveness to such human cues as a pointed finger or a spoken command, and also for their willingness to work like dogs. They proved especially useful as hunting companions and were often buried along with their masters, right next to the spear set.

Yet the road to certification as man’s BFF has been long and pitted. Monotheism’s major religious texts have few kind words for dogs, and dogs have often been a menu item. The Aztecs bred a hairless dog just for eating, and according to Anthony L. Podberscek, an anthrozoologist at Cambridge University, street markets in South Korea sell dogs meant for meat right next to dogs meant as pets, with the latter distinguished by the cheery pink color of their cages.

As a rule, however, the elevation of an animal to pet status removes it entirely from the human food chain. Other telltale signs of petdom include bestowing a name on the animal and allowing it into the house. Pet ownership patterns have varied tremendously over time and across cultures and can resemble fads or infectious social memes.

Harold Herzog, a professor of psychology at Western Carolina University, describes in his book “Some We Love, Some We Hate, Some We Eat” how the rapid growth of the middle class in 19th-century France gave rise to the cartoonishly pampered Fifi. “By 1890, luxury and pet ownership went hand in hand,” he writes, and the wardrobe of a fashionable Parisian dog might include “boots, a dressing gown, a bathing suit, underwear and a raincoat.”

In this country, pet keeping didn’t get serious until after World War II. “People were moving to the suburbs, ‘Lassie’ was on television, and the common wisdom was pets were good for raising kids,” said Dr. Herzog in an interview. “If you wanted a normal childhood, you had to have a pet.”

Pet ownership has climbed steadily ever since, and today about two-thirds of American households include at least one pet.

People are passionate about their companion animals: 70 percent of pet owners say they sometimes sleep with their pets; 65 percent buy Christmas gifts for their pets; 23 percent cook special meals for their pets; and 40 percent of married women with pets say they get more emotional support from their pets than from their husbands. People may even be willing to die for their pets. “In studies done on why people refused to evacuate New Orleans during Katrina,” said Dr. Herzog, “a surprising number said they could not leave their pets behind.”

Pets are reliable from one year to the next, and they’re not embarrassed or offended by you no matter what you say or how much weight you gain. You can’t talk to your teenage daughter the way you did when she was 3, but your cat will always take your squeal. And should you overinterpret the meaning of your pet’s tail flick or unflinching gaze, well, who’s going to call you on it?

“Animals can’t object if we mischaracterize them in our minds,” said Lori Gruen, an associate professor of philosophy at Wesleyan University. “There’s something very comforting about that.”

Saturday, March 19, 2011

On Route 66

Above: Ikey, a very sweet Sheltie, calls Funks Grove home.

When dad was flying back to Chicago from Palm Beach not only did he save all the chicken on his salad for Rufus, he also read about a place called Funks Grove in the American Way magazine:

Like a fine wine, maple syrup delights.

U.S. tapping seasons typically peak in March — making it a perfect time for visiting any of the country’s many sugarhouses, where sap collected from maple trees is transformed into utterly sweet (and always unique) maple syrup. For a pure taste of pleasure, try these:

Funks Grove Pure Maple Sirup; Shirley, Ill. The Funks’ family-owned syrup-making enterprise dates back to the late 19th century. Today, their sugarhouse and store are a favorite stop among Route 66 buffs. Specialties include jugs of pure maple syrup, chocolate-covered maple truffles and rich maple cream. www.funksmaplesirup.com


So, sure enough, with the article in hand dad was soon getting his kicks on Route 66. You see, he learned that Funks Grove is one of the designated roadside attractions that dot Route 66, one of the original U.S. highways. Route 66 was established on November 11, 1926 -- with road signs erected the following year. The highway, which became one of the most famous roads in America, originally ran from Chicago, Illinois, through Missouri, Kansas, Oklahoma, Texas, New Mexico, Arizona, and California, before ending at Los Angeles, covering a total of 2,448 miles

In the 1950s, Route 66 became the main highway for vacationers heading to Los Angeles. The road passed through the Painted Desert and near the Grand Canyon. Meteor Crater in Arizona was another popular stop. This sharp increase in tourism in turn gave rise to a burgeoning trade in all manner of roadside attractions, including teepee-shaped motels, frozen custard stands, Indian curio shops, and reptile farms. And, of course, the popularity of Funks Grove in Shirley, Illinois which was established long before the highway.

At Funks Grove dad met Ikey, a very affable Sheltie, and Kiko, a slightly deranged looking, but very sweet, Shih Tzu. Before leaving with two very large bottles of Maple Sirup (yes, that's how they spell it), dad learned from the owners of the small, very busy, very delicious smelling shop that many visitors on a nostalgic trip across America visit the Grove. They said that more often than not the cross -country travelers that stop in are visitors from Europe who are traveling the entire route.

As soon as he got home, dad was in the kitchen whipping up a batch of simple, but delicious pancakes. Mere vectors for maple syrup boiled down only hours before. You see it's maple syrup season. At Funk's Grove they collected the last sap for their "sirup" just the day before dad's visit.

BTW, we learned that actor Daniel Radcliffe, aka Harry Potter, was just recently introduced to the charms of Maple Syrup.

“You will see me probably drink an obscene amount of maple syrup. I’ve never had maple syrup before about three weeks ago, and now I could freebase it. Pints of it.” - Daniel Radcliffe


Simply Delicious Suddie Cakes (serve with Funks Grove Maple Sirup)

1 cup flour
2 tblsp sugar
1.5 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp salt
2 eggs beaten slightly
1.25 cups milk
3 tblsp melted butter

Mix ingredients together and cook cakes on a piping hot cast-iron skillet or griddle

Forget the Treadmill. Get a Dog.

UNLEASHED Among dog owners who went for regular walks, 60 percent met federal criteria for regular moderate or vigorous exercise, a new study says.

If you’re looking for the latest in home exercise equipment, you may want to consider something with four legs and a wagging tail.

Several studies now show that dogs can be powerful motivators to get people moving. Not only are dog owners more likely to take regular walks, but new research shows that dog walkers are more active over all than people who don’t have dogs.

One study even found that older people are more likely to take regular walks if the walking companion is canine rather than human.

“You need to walk, and so does your dog,” said Rebecca A. Johnson, director of the human-animal interaction research center at the University of Missouri College of Veterinary Medicine. “It’s good for both ends of the leash.”

Just last week, researchers from Michigan State University reported that among dog owners who took their pets for regular walks, 60 percent met federal criteria for regular moderate or vigorous exercise. Nearly half of dog walkers exercised an average of 30 minutes a day at least five days a week. By comparison, only about a third of those without dogs got that much regular exercise.

The researchers tracked the exercise habits of 5,900 people in Michigan, including 2,170 who owned dogs. They found that about two-thirds of dog owners took their pets for regular walks, defined as lasting at least 10 minutes.

Unlike other studies of dog ownership and walking, this one also tracked other forms of exercise, seeking to answer what the lead author, Mathew Reeves, called an obvious question: whether dog walking “adds significantly to the amount of exercise you do, or is it simply that it replaces exercise you would have done otherwise?”

The answers were encouraging, said Dr. Reeves, an associate professor of epidemiology at Michigan State. The dog walkers had higher overall levels of both moderate and vigorous physical activity than the other subjects, and they were more likely to take part in other leisure-time physical activities like sports and gardening. On average, they exercised about 30 minutes a week more than people who didn’t have dogs.

Dr. Reeves, who owns two Labrador mixes named Cadbury and Bella, said he was not surprised.

“There is exercise that gets done in this household that wouldn’t get done otherwise,” he said. “Our dogs demand that you take them out at 10 o’clock at night, when it’s the last thing you feel like doing. They’re not going to leave you alone until they get their walk in.”

But owning a dog didn’t guarantee physical activity. Some owners in the study did not walk their dogs, and they posted far less overall exercise than dog walkers or people who didn’t have a dog.

Dog walking was highest among the young and educated, with 18-to-24-year-old owners twice as likely to walk the dog as those over 65, and college graduates more than twice as likely as those with less education. Younger dogs were more likely to be walked than older dogs; and larger dogs (45 pounds or more) were taken for longer walks than smaller dogs.

The researchers asked owners who didn’t walk their pets to explain why. About 40 percent said their dogs ran free in a yard, so they didn’t need walks; 11 percent hired dog walkers.

Nine percent said they didn’t have time to walk their dogs, while another 9 percent said their dogs were too ill behaved to take on a walk. Age of the dog or dog owner also had an effect: 9 percent said the dog was too old to go for walks, while 8 percent said the owner was too old.

“There is still a lot more dog walking that could be done among dog owners,” Dr. Reeves said.

And the question remains whether owning a dog encourages regular activity or whether active, healthy people are simply more likely to acquire dogs as walking companions.

A 2008 study in Western Australia addressed the question when it followed 773 adults who didn’t have dogs. After a year, 92 people, or 12 percent of the group, had acquired a dog. Getting a dog increased average walking by about 30 minutes a week, compared with those who didn’t own dogs.

But on closer analysis, the new dog owners had been laggards before getting a dog, walking about 24 percent less than other people without dogs.

The researchers found that one of the motivations for getting a dog was a desire to get more exercise. Before getting a dog, the new dog owners had clocked about 89 minutes of weekly walking, but dog ownership boosted that number to 130 minutes a week.

A study of 41,500 California residents also looked at walking among dog and cat owners as well as those who didn’t have pets. Dog owners were about 60 percent more likely to walk for leisure than people who owned a cat or no pet at all. That translated to an extra 19 minutes a week of walking compared with people without dogs.

A study last year from the University of Missouri showed that for getting exercise, dogs are better walking companions than humans. In a 12-week study of 54 older adults at an assisted-living home, some people selected a friend or spouse as a walking companion, while others took a bus daily to a local animal shelter, where they were assigned a dog to walk.

To the surprise of the researchers, the dog walkers showed a much greater improvement in fitness. Walking speed among the dog walkers increased by 28 percent, compared with just 4 percent among the human walkers.

Dr. Johnson, the study’s lead author, said that human walkers often complained about the heat and talked each other out of exercise, but that people who were paired with dogs didn’t make those excuses.

“They help themselves by helping the dog,” said Dr. Johnson, co-author of the new book “Walk a Hound, Lose a Pound,” to be published in May by Purdue University Press. “If we’re committed to a dog, it enables us to commit to physical activity ourselves.”

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Move Over Dalmatians

Rufus with his new friends from the Palm Beach Fire Department

I mean who says Tibetan Terriers can't have a little FIRE HOUSE FUN?

While Rufus was in town for the Palm Beach Dog Fanciers Show, he stopped by the Fire House for coffee with the boys. BTW, he took Best of Breed both days and a Group placement on Saturday. I hear he was the toast of Worth Avenue having lunch at Bice with his new friend Skipper, a very friendly Skye Terrier and having drinks at the Dog Bar. Yes, Palm Beach is a very friendly dog town (if you have the proper pedigree or credit rating).


It is the 1ooth anniversary of Palm Beach and dad and Rufus were in town for the festivities. From what I hear it was a very nice visit with gorgeous weather under pink skies and long walks to visit the stomping grounds of longtime friend Marjorie Merrieweather Post. Her homes, Hogarcito and Mar a Lago bring back so many fond memories of square dancing and teetotaling. Oh, early Palm Beach, those were the days. You probably know Hogarcito translates to Country Cottage, but, let me tell you, it is hardly a humble cottage. And Mar a Lago stretches from the Atlantic Ocean to Lake Worth. That's how it got its name which means From Sea to Lake.

On one of our walks, we met a very nice dog-loving lady from Lake Forest who asked us to join her table at Cafe Boulud. Turns out she lost $15 million to Bernie Madoff. "I believe in forgiveness," she said, "But I'd like to see him burn in hell. I hope he doesn't have an easy death. Isn't that terrible?"

Rufus waits in the Admiral's Club for his flight home

Monday, February 28, 2011

To Suddie With Love

I don't mean to be crass, but I have been kinda horny lately. My dad keeps saying that I am in season. I guess that's another way of saying I'm horny. So, anyway, when I'm horny it makes Rufus and Angus REALLY HORNY. I think that's why dad shipped me off to our friend Susan's for what he keeps calling a "spa vacation."

Actually, it has been better than a spa vacation because not only does Susan give me expert massages, she also gives me lots of love. It's kinda nice to have someone's undivided attention. You know, not having to compete with Rufus and Angus and Roxie. I do sort of miss them though.

I couldn't keep my tail from wagging when they sent me this video postcard from their trip to Chicago. You see on Saturday and Sunday they attended the International Kennel Club show. BTW, Rufus won Best of Breed on Sunday and Grand Champion Select Dog on Saturday. With those wins under his belt, he was awarded the title of Grand Champion just two months after becoming a Champion. Youngest Grand Champion ever??

Thursday, January 6, 2011

A Midwinter Dog’s Dream

I know I said I was finished with blogging. So I lied. Truth be told, I forgot I had asked my newest BFF TT, Aly, to write a little ditty for me. You see, Aly lives on the east coast with her boy toy, Cody Brotter, a student at Boston University. We met on the internet. No not on Craigslist. Not in a chat room. Cody's a writer and I found him when he wrote about Aly in one of his fabulous articles. Cody's a great writer. Right up there with Erma Bombeck. As you will see, Aly's no slouch herself.

The Girl With the Golden Mustache

My name is Aly and I just turned 12 human years the day after Jesus’s birthday. I met my adopted brother Cody when I had been alive for 3 human months and he had been alive for 47 dog years. You do the math—I wasn’t allowed to attend your prestigious public schools or your universities or even your dining room tables.

I didn’t want to move to the suburbs. Didn’t like the atmosphere…the je ne sais quoi…the white guilt…but the house is pretty nice. Cold floors to sleep on, lots of leftovers—turns out that “puppy dog” face works for any kind of girl! Ladies, next time you wanna get some extra fat off of your owner’s ribeye steak…just turn on the charm.

But the charm doesn’t always work. Before I knew Cody was my bro—that is to say, before I became socialized in the Freudian sense and fell victim to the societal limitations on familial romances and peeing indoors—I thought he was a potential BF. He was hairy like me and also seemed to be on my intellectual level. We both liked the same food and the same TV shows. Besides, he was the only one who could make me laugh and pee on a hydrant at the same time. Puppies often recall the ancient Tibetan saying, “there are other fish in the sea,” but I’ve never been a big fan of seafood anyway.

Sometimes I wonder what those licks on his cheek meant to him. Did he think I enjoyed tasting the remnants of McChickens and McFries and McOther-Girls? All the supermodels Cody brought in and out of that house like it was a revolving door at John Mayer’s bachelor pad or auditions for Playmate of the Year—well it made me realize what a bunch of slores you standing mammals are. Eventually I could see I would never be more than just that girl with a golden mustache, eating tissues and begging for crumbs by his chair. Plus, he had to leave for college. You know how the long-distance thing works out.

Now he thinks he’s some big-shot because he can Google Image himself all day while conference calling Los Angeles and Tweeting instead of living. He mentioned me in one of his critically-ignored articles—using his family in the old country as petty tools in his questionable quest for notoriety—in the BU newspaper:

“Now I already know lot about women. Partly because I was raised by my mom and my female Tibetan terrier but mostly because I read a lot of Judy Blume books when I was in middle school. That’s right, ladies—I know what you’re up to. And it looks like you could all really use a hug.”

You see how he’s using me so he can use others? Well, rightfully outraged, a fellow Tibetan named Suddie found me on the blogosphere. And she asked me to write. To speak out. Now I’m a pretty amazing bitch; I once placed 2nd in a dog show and I’m probably the worst trained dog since that Prozac-addicted Taco Bell dog (you should have known him offstage like I did…talk about a casual fling gone wrong). So what can I pick without giving away chapters from my upcoming autobiography, I Let the Dogs Out? I have sort of a world-renowned (NBD) sleeping position. It’s guaranteed to induce maximum relaxation and maximum laughter from onlookers. Go ahead and LOL. I can’t hear you when I’m doggy-paddling through the delicious depths of my unconventional unconscious. Paparazzi have even been catching some shots of me—yes, in the nude, and yes, I’ve filed two pending lawsuits—in this very position. I hope those pics don’t make it online.

Dogs have another expression: “dreams come true.” If that were accurate, I wouldn’t be on a blog, I’d be on a couch the size of Djibouti in a world turned into a Cheez-Its farm. I’ve written a sonnet with a Shakespearean rhyme scheme in iambic pentameter. This takes a seriously long time, even in human years. If you don’t like this poem, you’re probably a kitten or a well-read poetry professor with great insight. Good night and woof woof.

A Midwinter Dog’s Dream: Sonnet 155
By ALY
My name’s Drankse, the Canine Queen of all
And Ting Long Shin’s the last name of this dog
But Aly’s screamed at home in which I sprawl
Tibetan Dreams doth seep in sleep I blog

With legs out high and paws in sky to rest
Where biscuits, bones, and belly tickles thrive
Don’t Dream of Jeannie; cocktail weenie’s best!
Buffets of love in R.E.M. arrive

Position pref’rence is one I don’t judge
I beg: refrain from asking me just why
You eat and cheat, repeat, I don’t begrudge!
So please do let this sleeping dog just lie

Hate bearded ladies—I’ll just wake and lick!
While nightmares will haunt you and Michael Vick.

Submit Your Doggy Dreams: TheDreamsFromLastNight.com
(And Write a Better Sonnett: www.ehow.com/how_3335_write-sonnet.html)

Friday, December 17, 2010

I Love Those J-I-N-G-L-E Bells



Deep Acres Farm Wishes You the Happiest of Holidays!

Roxie, CH. Deep Acres Apple of My Eye, is planning to have pups this summer. Either Roxie (Little Apple) or I will start up the puppy blog again at that time to give the pups' new families a peek at their formative days here at Deep Acres Farm.