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on March 10, 2012

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Notes from the Pack - a dog blog. A French bulldog.

There is really only one dog - mine.

Or, of course, yours.

- Patricia Hampl

Notes from the Pack - a dog blog. An Italian Greyhound.

Notes from the Pack - a dog blog. A Siberian Husky.

Notes from the Pack - a dog blog. A long-haired Weimaraner.

Notes from the Pack - a dog blog. Labrador Retreivers.

Notes from the Pack - a dog blog. A Flying Dachshund.

Notes from the Pack - a dog blog. Jack Russell Terrier.

Photos by Mary Ludington

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detail with dog

… I absolutely believe,    when my yard dog barks at night,    and I can hear the dog at the next farm also bark,    that the next dog's bark is answered by one farther up the line,    and so on until    the bark travels all around the world.
That is why, after relaxing into the quiet of the night,    my rest is again disturbed by my dog barking.    The bark has come all the way around,    as has the night.
- Raymond & Lorna Coppinger    Dogs: A Startling New Understanding of Canine Origin, Behavior & Evolution

Paintings (from top):
Dawn After the Wreck c. 1841 (detail with dog)    Dawn After the Wreck (full size)    Mortlake Terrace c. 1827 (detail with dogs)    Mortlake Terrace (full size)
- JMW Turner, 1775 - 1851

endurance dogs

Photos: "The Endurance: Shackleton's Legendary Antarctic Expedition" by Caroline Alexander

the dog at the gate

The Divine Old Dog is restless tonight    she circles and circles    she licks at her paws    she does not hear her name
is confused and uncertain    she is abashed at her accidents    she tried to say but could not.
Are you at the gate great creature?    are you proud, old girl tired of    this cold winter day
these human needs and dramas    this winter world    does the cold make your legs ache?
Divine Old Dogs accept    the ways of the world    the nature of life
they come when they choose    leave when they are ready    they have all sorts of ways to tell us    when it is time
and they always decide    never us.

Excerpt from the poem 'Divine Old Dog at the Gate' Jon Katz at Bedlam Farm

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