Last month, I read a funny but disturbing article in the New York Daily News regarding the change in New York state law that allows the burial of human remains in pet cemeteries. It includes the following passage, along with a photo of the lady mentioned with her “son”:
Pet lovers are notoriously devoted to their animals and most of the people interviewed by the Daily News as they walked their dogs in Central Park Friday were open to the idea of spending the end of days with man’s best friend.
“I want some of my ashes to be fed to my dog, like mixed up with his food or something,” said Kerry Vera, 33, of Harlem.
Vera says her 1-year-old Chihuahua, Krishna, is the world’s smallest Ru Paul impersonator.
She noted that the pooch performs in local clubs as “Ru Small” and is a beloved member of her family.
“He’s my son,” she said.
“I want some of my ashes to be fed to my dog, like mixed up with his food or something.” As I noted in “Blind Kellar” yesterday, I love dogs. But there are limits, people! Limits!
Andrew responded to my message about the article, “I read your summary of this first, and thought, ‘What kind of woman would talk like that?’ Then I saw the picture, and suddenly it all made sense.”
I have a soft spot for dogs and for the blind. So, when I saw this video of a blind dog’s playing fetch, I just about melted. Meet beautiful Kellar, an English Springer Spaniel blind from birth:
There is a sequel, too.
My mother sent me this interesting video of some folks’ encounter with gorillas near Bwindi National Park:
They are so much like us.
I once encountered the phrase “fallen down the rabbit hole of YouTube animal videos,” and I think of it whenever I teeter on the edge of said abyss. Once you begin watching those short clips of adorable puppies, wacky parrots, and mischievous ferrets, you quickly find yourself having passed quite a spell in an unanticipated serial video orgy. Courtesy of my mother (who forwarded it to me) and ModernMom (another mother altogether), I offer “Sleepy Animals”:
Pugs are so ugly, but I found the collapsing one rather endearing.
Last week, I read a story by Laura Poppick about the “retirement home” of N.I.H. research chimps: “Retired Research Chimps Get Second Chance at Life.” The article mentions that the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service may change captive chimpanzees conservation status from threatened to endangered to match the status of wild chimps [click here for further details]. I wonder what prompted the feds to categorize captive chimpanzees differently. Anyway, what interested me most in the article was the application of Kantian liberalism to chimps:
Plans announced this week by the National Institutes of Health (NIH) to retire most of its 360 research chimpanzees introduces the question of where these chimps will go. The answer has yet to be determined.
Regardless, the plan promises to offer more autonomy to these intelligent animals. . . .
“A chimp born in a research center may [have] never climbed a tree before. They will learn to climb a tree,” said Jackson. “At no point will they be forced to be inside. They can say, ‘I want to sleep outside amongst the trees and the breeze.’ They are given that free choice.”
The Republic is ever timely and prescient. From the eighth book:
And is not the avidity of democracy for that which is its definition and criterion of good the thing which dissolves it too?
What do you say its criterion to be?
Liberty, I replied, for you may hear it said that this is best managed in a democratic city, and for this reason that is the only city in which a man of free spirit will care to live.
Why, yes, he replied, you hear that saying everywhere.
Then, as I was about to observe, is it not the excess and greed of this and the neglect of all other things that revolutionizes this constitution too and prepares the way for the necessity of a dictatorship?
How? he said.
Why, when a democratic city athirst for liberty gets bad cupbearers for its leaders and is intoxicated by drinking too deep of that unmixed wine, and then, if its so-called governors are not extremely mild and gentle with it and do not dispense the liberty unstintedly, it chastises them and accuses them of being accursed oligarchs.
Yes, that is what they do, he replied.
But those who obey the rulers, I said, it reviles as willing slaves and men of nought, but it commends and honors in public and private rulers who resemble subjects and subjects who are like rulers. Is it not inevitable that in such a state the spirit of liberty should go to all lengths?
And this anarchic temper, said I, my friend, must penetrate into private homes and finally enter into the very animals.
Just what do we mean by that? he said.
Why, I said, the father habitually tries to resemble the child and is afraid of his sons, and the son likens himself to the father and feels no awe or fear of his parents, so that he may be forsooth a free man. And the resident alien feels himself equal to the citizen and the citizen to him, and the foreigner likewise.
Yes, these things do happen, he said.
They do, said I, and such other trifles as these. The teacher in such case fears and fawns upon the pupils, and the pupils pay no heed to the teacher or to their overseers either. And in general the young ape their elders and vie with them in speech and action, while the old, accommodating themselves to the young, are full of pleasantry and graciousness, imitating the young for fear they may be thought disagreeable and authoritative.
By all means, he said.
And the climax of popular liberty, my friend, I said, is attained in such a city when the purchased slaves, male and female, are no less free than the owners who paid for them. And I almost forgot to mention the spirit of freedom and equal rights in the relation of men to women and women to men.
Shall we not, then, said he, in Aeschylean phrase, say ‘whatever rises to our lips’?
Certainly, I said, so I will. Without experience of it no one would believe how much freer the very beasts subject to men are in such a city than elsewhere. The dogs literally verify the adage and ‘like their mistresses become.’ And likewise the horses and asses are wont to hold on their way with the utmost freedom and dignity, bumping into everyone who meets them and who does not step aside. And so all things everywhere are just bursting with the spirit of liberty.
Autonomy’s hunger will not be quenched. When a society deifies such a beast, it will eventually offer itself up to its god for propitiation.
Crist ha ressuscitat!
Last year, Luke Mullins published an intriguing piece in The Washingtonian about one naturalist’s jihad against feral cats in the District: “Apocalypse Meow.” The article is informative in covering the “scandal” of Nico Dauphiné‘s vigilantism and the subsequent debate concerning homeless felines. The situation deals with a serious issue; birders know well what a menace domestic (or feral) cats are to songbirds. There is no “natural” established, stable balance of life in suburbia. One ought not facilely to compare a house cat on the loose to predators in the wilderness that provide a beneficial “thinning” service to the species that they target. Of course, survival of the fittest holds even in Shady Acre Estates with Henry on the prowl, but few people truly subscribe to neighborhood Darwinism. We do not care about biological efficiency as much as the treasures that nature offers. If we count cats as natural actors in the ecology of a backyard, then so must we count the Dauphinés of the world who wish to protect their oases of bird feeders and baths for the species of their fancy. It comes down to a form of symbiosis. We provide the birds food, water, and shelter, and they provide us with beauty, relaxation, and entertainment. Hence, we are interested in maximizing the diversity and quantity of avian visitors to our yards, and we’ll damn well fight some rabid rat killer to maintain our environment as we want it!
Even if you do not care about the birder / cat sympathizer issue, Mullins’ article is worth a visit just for the accompanying graphic.
Christ is risen!
Nature photographer Paul Bannick has a wondrous eye for the world’s beauty—and great skill with a camera.
I discovered Bannick through a piece on N.P.R., “Owls So Cute, Who Cares If They’re Wise?,” where we learn that Bannick does not use flash photopgraphy with owls or digitally alter his pictures. You may see Bannick’s incredible owl shots on his site.
Happy birthday to my mother, who inculcated in me a love of God’s creatures.
Last month, I came upon a charming story about medieval cats and their mischief: “Paws, Pee and Mice: Cats among Medieval Manuscripts.”
The article is instructive in many ways. I learnt, for instance, a useful curse:
Pessime mus, sepius me provocas ad iram; ut te deus perdat. [Most wretched mouse, often you provoke me to anger. May God destroy you!]
I’ll have to try that for the voles who nibble my bulbs. I cannot find the vernacular Latin for vole, but the genus name is microtus. Equidem pessime microtus.
We should be grateful at all times, but Lent seems to remind us more emphatically of God’s goodness and provision. One constant source of wonder and delight is the beauty of creation. Each year, the Nature Conservancy sponsors a photography contest and then publishes the winners and the honorable mentions. I have written of past years’ pictures in “A Glimpse of Pan” and “Mundus Pulcher.” The photographs offered in the contest are stunning to behold, as they are doxologies on celluloid. You may look at last year’s winning selection.
I remarked to a few friends that the penultimate photograph by Terry Ogden of the oak woodland in the Sierra Nevada foothills actually made me laugh when I first saw it, as there isn’t even any subtlety to it. It is simply a visual capture of a heavenly “Hello there.” Instead of a bush, we get some trees. I am more than content with that. Thank you, Lord.
Last month, The Daily Mail published “Your dog really does understand you . . . They’re more likely to steal food if they think you can’t see, research reveals.” Uh, yeah! I guess that this is another one of those “dog bites man” studies that reveal what everyone already knew to be true. Still, I enjoy learning about the testing methods.