The closest bond that we humans have,other than our parents, children and spouses, would definitely be with the wonderful furry, licky, loving bundles of slobbery joyfulness, called dogs.
Every kid has begged their parents for a dog and promised faithfully to feed and walk the tail wagger. Every parent can relate to the realization that it is futile to depend on the word of a teenager, particularly, in regards to that promise. Mum usually takes up the task and the dog’s affection is still shared equally with all family members.
Simon Garfield loves his dog and that shines through in his writing about how from very early on in history humans and dogs began their symbiotic relationship. It all started with wolves. The young friendly ones discovered there were easy pickings after our long ago ancestors threw them bones as they ate around the camp fire. Then humans realised that dogs could be useful as warning when strangers or other animals came near. They even started training the dogs to help in hunting animals for food and much later the dog was revered for the ability to sniff out diseases threatening humans and to inform their handlers that drugs were being sneaked into the country.
So dogs were very useful. But over time and selective breeding, the dogs became designer items depending on the fashions of the day. Women loved small fluffy, cuddly dogs that were prized for their companionship. Millions of dollars are spent on clothing,hats, neck cloths, dog toys and heated beds Men liked the tougher breeds, the Alsatians, Rottweilers and bulldogs who made them look macho when walking the beast. Fashion and movies created demand for the cute chihuahua, whose owners often tired of them and dumped them en masse at pounds. Dogs given as cute puppy gifts were also discarded once the animal grew bigger and the attention of bored humans made their desirability less secure..
Garfield tells some wonderful stories about the faithful dogs who became famous for their actions. The Japanese dog who met his master’s train every night until the human died of a heart attack. But the dog kept up his vigil every night until publicity created such support that people sent meat to help the dog become much fatter. A stature of the faithful hound was melted down to make bullets in World War 11 but was recreated and train passengers now rub his foot for luck as they pass.
There are examples of human cruelty that make disturbing reading. British people had thousands of cats and dogs killed at the beginning of WW11 on the advice of the government who feared that feeding pets would be difficult and pets weren’t permitted in air raid shelters. The stupid attempt by breeders to develop dogs with such flattened noses that they had difficulty breathing and the amazing success of breeding two different dogs to achieve not a mongrel, but a highly desired Cavoodle or Smoodle or whatever combination proved the flavour of the moment.
The admirable efforts of so many kind hearted, sensible folks who urge adopting dogs from the pound instead of buying from dicey backyard breeders is to be applauded. These dogs wind up at the pound because of faithless owners and careless people who don’t bother to desex their pets and think it is cute to have puppies who wind up being dumped into the pound.
An entertaining and informative book which would make a highly desirable gift for the dog lover on your list. My only disappointment was the grey pictures which detracted from the otherwise excellent history of dogs and the humans who love them. My family has a long history of being owned by dachshunds until we adopted a chihuahua who needed a home and we fell madly in love with Poquita, who met me at the door every night after she first put my husband to bed. We then watched a favourite recorded TV show, with her on my lap, before both of us joining him in bed.