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Inktober 2018 Day 11 prompt "Cruel"A dog handler and her old partner.
Dogs. What did we do to deserve such amazing companions?
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awwww, that's sad! I feel sad Now!
"Picture a sad onion cutting itself." - Bo Burman
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This made me tear up, and that doesn't often happen because of art. This piece has so much meaning in it. Great job.
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Thank you. I never expected this to generate such emotions, but it's a sobering reminder of just how we've managed to rope in one of the many of this Earth's fine creatures into our destructive tendencies.
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You're welcome. It's a powerful drawing. I feel so sad, and yet grateful, for all the loyal dogs who have sacrificed themselves for their owners.
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Giving me flash-backs to my family's Mouser-Dog, a stubby little Schnauzer that couldn't catch a mouse to save her life but we loved her anyway.
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Did you acquire her to catch mice or be a family pet/companion? I'm sure she tried her darndest while she was little, but they tend to DGAF once they got older.
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Yeah, they actually got her to help me "mature" so to speak. I had a lot of anxieties growing up, so much so I had trouble even going upstairs alone. Having her around helped me overcome them and become more independent despite her little size. Just being there helped me greatly c:
She actually did catch a few mice despite her puppy-ish nature, she just got confused once she caught them, lol
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That's nice, that she could help you in more ways than you thought.
Dogs no matter what shape or size can be great companions. In exchange for a little bit of your attention and care, they'll devote 100% of themselves to you. They'll listen to whatever you want to say to them, offering nothing more than their either a focused or confused look. They won't judge you or say anything mean in return and are simply glad to have your company.
I've had some rough days, and when I did I would walk out and sit by where our house dog was leashed by the door and just hang out with him, scratching his fur and letting out some of my frustration to no one else but him. He understood none of it but i'd like to think he was just happy to have company, and being a serial loner myself it was nice to have someone ask for nothing more than what little I had to offer.
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Wow, this is... wow.
What am I even supposed to say?
This contains so many emotions while still being quite minimalistic.
This is what I call real art. And once again, you render me speechless. Incredible work!
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My first family dog (a black, short-haired dachshund) passed away 2 years ago. I wish I'd treated him better in the 10 years he was with us, that I could've helped train him to be a better house dog, to potty train him, and feed him appropriately, etc. But none of us knew how to train a dog properly and consistently and so he had to be leashed and kept outside of the house. I tried to show him as much love and affection and attention as I could in my increasingly busy life but during his last 4 years I had to move away for studies. I did get to come back and visit him during the summers, but that was it.
When I got the news that one day, after finishing a bath and managing to eat some of his meal, he went back to his cushion for a nap and never woke up. My older sister took it the hardest since he'd been her 10th birthday gift. I tried to be reasonable and logical about it, he'd gone blind in one eye and had grown a distinct white beard. His passing was to be expected, though I'm not saying it didn't hurt any less.
I remember how he used to catch cockroaches and kill those things by rolling over them (and inevitably get some skin problems on his back). How he loved apples and barked at passing cars. The times he'd slip his leash and run off somewhere and I had to chase after him, how he'd strain back and dig his heels whenever we passed a particular house that had two big dogs. The pitter-patter of his claws when he wandered around, or how high he could jump to catch a glimpse of what we were eating on the dining table. The few moments I could spare to sit outside with him and talk to him, how there'd be no judgment in those eyes but his big floppy ears would twitch occasionally but just receive whatever I had to say, or not say anything at all. Those big eyes that shone and pierced through the darkness at me as I closed the doors for the night.
He was a good boy. Just writing about him now tugs at something within me.
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Oh, that's easy. We stole wolf pups and domineered them into submission, just like a wolf-pack would do to their pups. Being pack animals like wolves, the wolf pups saw us as the partners as well as their masters. What I'm amazed at is how humans tend to fear dogs more than cats and cats (lions, tigers, leopards, etc.) kill more humans than dogs/wolves do. Just to give you an idea of how much I believe that, I'm a cat person not a dog person.
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That much was obvious, you being a cat person.
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Well, I also study animals and I know that wolves don't deserve the reputation that used to have. The big, bad wolf only existed in stories. Unless they're sick or injured, wolves tend to shy away from humans. BTW, wolves are one of my top 5 favorite animals.
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Oh, I know that. I agree.
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