By Gerard Haran


The wolf and the dog is a story of divergent survival. 

Around 20,000 years ago a shrewd wolf decided it wasn't cut out for hunting and instead followed some humans, eating the scraps they left behind.

This wolf, fearful the larger and smarter humans would perceive it a threat, allowed itself to be restrained, proving it meant the human no harm and keeping the supply of easy food coming. 

It continued to curry favor with its new masters by dragging their sleighs through the snow and alerting them to incoming danger at night.  Sure, the wolf missed roaming free and howling with its pack, but not nearly as much as it enjoyed the comforts of fire and the ease of whatever scraps their masters left them.

That first wolf's pups would be born into--and trained to appreciate--the spoils of the captivity its forefather negotiated and after thousands of generations of selective breeding, only the most "loyal" and docile of its genetic offspring remained.

Where once there was a wolf, now stood only a dog.

If they could, I'm sure many wolves today would look on enviously at their descendants--sitting comfortably indoors out of the weather, having their food provided for and their bellies rubbed--and wonder, "Why would anyone be a big scary wolf when you could wag your tail, roll on your back and live the easy life of a lovable dog?!"  

But I am also certain there would be other wolves absolutely disgusted by what they were looking it.   

Something inside them would resent to their core the idea of begging to be let outside to take a piss.

Something inside them would choose an eternity in the cold wilderness before tolerating even a second of longing for the world through the sliding glass doors of comfortable incarceration.

They'd find the very idea of domestication repulsive and there would be NO captivity comfortable enough for them to relinquish their free will.  They couldn't give a damn how free or convenient the masters kibble. They'd rather STARVE than stomach being told what to eat and when. 

Because they are NOT dogs. They are WOLVES. 

Now, at first glance, it would seem the dog made the wiser decision.

The life of the wolf is undoubtedly harder. There are no creature comforts. No shelter, no free meals or rides in the car rewarding compliance.  

Those thousands of years ago, a very different kind of wolf decided no treat was worth being told when and where to sit, no shelter was worth being told they couldn't howl and no potential security was worth, well, castration.

It is upon deeper revue we must ask, what kind of existence does the dog really have? It is so 
dependent on a master for survival it will give its life protecting the very person who puts the collar around its neck. The dog values the master more than itself! Which makes sense, when you consider following and obeying a master has given the dog everything the wolf doesn't have.

Everything...but freedom.

Which do you think made the right decision?


Gerard Haran 


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