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Taking a moment to PAWS and reflect |
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Good guys in Badlands. These hounds follow those who feed them |
Every great story seems to begin with a snake. Our morning hikers spotted a cobra.
Charmed to meet him, I am sure. These serpents come out early in the morning and late at night, so the risk assessment says go out in the afternoons to lower the impact of meeting up with these cold-blooded hazards.
The snake in most South East Asian cultures is positive. Even the most poisonous thing, in India, the cobra, is a sacred animal. It embodies the power of life, because the snake sheds its skin. If I meet up with one, however, I'd consider it a sign of good luck...and run as fast as I could away from it.
I'm just glad to see so many dogs and watching these dogs be dogs is so funny. I can say any thing whatsoever to a dog, and the dog will give you a look that says, ‘Wow, you’re right! I never would’ve thought of that!" They are truly man's best friend.
These Afghan Shepherd "war" dogs here are pavement specials-muts. Most are refugees from the Afghan livestock guardian dog clans.
These lads and lasses are working dogs that have a GPS DNA to follow the nomads that roam these hills and protect caravans and flocks of sheep, goats, camels and other livestock from wolves, big cats and thieves. It's nice to have them around, following us, to ward off the other packs of wild dogs roaming these parts, and the snakes.