Smudge on dogs. I mean God. I mean dogs. (weekend read).Submitted by Smudge Pot on Sat, 05/18/2013 - 14:17
I once read a short scifi story about a space traveler, a human way in the future, a master of the stars that somehow crash landed on a planet that turned out to be earth. And injured and with no food, people came to help him, rushed to his aid, took him back to their city where they had medicines and arts to nurse him and feed him and water him back to health. And when they had done so they then asked him what do we do now?
And the guy was like huh? What do you do now? Well what were you doing before now? and they said waiting. Waiting.
Waiting for what the space-dude asks? and they said you. And he said why me? And they said because you are human. And he asked well then what are you?
And they said Master, we thought you knew us. We are dogs. And all this time we waited for you to return.
What is it about dogs and men? And men and God? Did it occur to you that to dogs we pretty much are God? We can make life one thing or another for them. We make the rules, they obey. If they do not they will likely suffer and die. Although we can do that to them as well. When we are happy they are too and when we are not they cower, tremble and maybe even try to run.
But when you are a dog on man's world you can run but you cannot hide. And if the unthinkable should happen, that master turn his face of vengeance upon you, you cannot run far enough and there is no place to hide but alone.
Alone is something no dog wants to be. A dog alone is a dog in trouble. They are pack animals. Packs have structure. Orgainzation. Left to themselves they will organize themselves but in man's world only we have the capability and foresight to call the shots. To do what's good for them in the long term. Or what we think if good for them. Or what we think is good for us.
Do you know what is good for you? Do you know what is good for a dog? In the scifi tale what is good for the dog is that you returned and in this story the dogs had the fidelity and the commitment to help us when we need it. They knew their master.
Whom do you serve? Do you have a master? And how would you know one if you saw one?
(P.S. don't miss Smudge Pot's last Weekend Read on the subject of dog licenses where we actually convict the almighty for his continued refusal to stop producing unlicensed dogs here.