Time is flying

I can’t believe we’re at mid-September already. The month seems to be just flying by. In fact, this whole years seems to just be whizzing past at lightning speed; I guess it’s a real sign of getting older.

Things are now really calming down in the Possum Kingdom. We drove to Limoux the other day and only saw one or two cars on the road between here and Ajac; a total contrast to August when you would get caught in mini-traffic (that’s being with 5 other cars on the road). On the other hand, it’s the time of year when we have to start keeping our eyes peeled for deer, boar and other wildlife running across the road in front of the car at unexpected times. That’s because it is hunting season and the critters haven’t learned to look both ways when crossing.

I know that hunting is a necessary evil in this area, where the boar population has really expanded and there are no natural predators to keep them under control. It appears that domestic pigs have bred with boars and the hybrids have much bigger litters than wild boars do naturally. A couple of boars can totally decimate a field overnight. Still, knowing this doesn’t make me like it any more.

One of the things that really bothers me about hunting is seeing the hunting dogs kept in kennels in the garden area along the Hers. I feel so bad for those dogs, who seem to have no activity or mental stimulation at all when they are not out hunting. They are so eager for something of interest, that they run to the edge of their enclosures to watch us walking up on the railroad tracks, as if that is one of the high points of their day. They don’t look mistreated, just ignored.

I know that I have a different idea of dog ownership than those who have hunting dogs. I don’t want to put my morals or beliefs on anyone else. But I still find it heartbreaking. Also, I know that the hunting dogs are kept VERY thin and every time we see one in the village (usually lost) they are painful to look at. The couple that we’ve brought home and fed just gobble down what we give them because they are so hungry.

The people I know who hunt aren’t bad people, they just have a different attitude about things than I do. I can’t help having what I suppose is a “city” mentality. But I do wish that there could be more of a meeting of minds about the way to treat their dogs.

Ciao for now.


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4 thoughts on “Time is flying

  1. People who use their dogs for “work” often do have a different attitude towards them. Maybe it’s similar to the way horses are treated; often unless they’re being ridden they’re off in a field or in a stall somewhere. But somehow they seem more self-sufficient than dogs, who are capable of so much love for their people.

    If their “work” occurred more regularly it wouldn’t be so much of a problem for us softies because at least they’d be occupied more of the time!

    • I’m sure you’re right, Rattie. Not to mention that since it’s all these dogs know, they aren’t aware that there’s any other kind of existence out there.

      On the other hand, the few lost hunting dogs we’ve “met,” crave love more than food! They really, truly seem to want to be petted and to come into the house with us. I guess it proves that they want people contact even if they’ve been living in a kennel.

  2. our Border Collies here on the sheep ranch are most definitely working dogs, but they are also considered family members. i think it’s more the old-fashioned concept of animals vs. newer ideas. the old farmers around here who have their dogs for herding their livestock often keep them outside in kennels or tied in a barn and never interact with them other than to feed them or put them to work. i grew up in a part of the country where hunting was almost a religion, and there were “house dogs” and “hunting dogs.” the hunting dogs were kept in kennels outside and weren’t pets at all, the inside dogs never went hunting. i’m sure my uncles would be appalled to see how our dogs live in the house with us!

    • It’s true we have different ideas than the hunters, Rave. But I know that they love their dogs, even if they don’t see them as pets.

      Later today I’ll be writing about a story that has gripped all of France and is all about a dog.

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