14,000 years of good times!
As I drove this morning to what would turn out to be a disaster of a rafting trip, I took notice of an especially happy and energetic little character in the back seat of the Chevy in front of me; what appeared to be a rather pure wolf. I've never been especially fond of Canine Lupi (Lupi's plural for Lupis isn't it?), they just seem to be a little wild for my tastes, which involves dogs sleeping in their own bed with their head on the pillow. This particular fellow caught my attention and that dog lust so many of us have. He dashed back and forth from one side of the car to the other, wildly watching the road. It was clear that his Saturday morning car ride was his weekly Christmas, and he was experiencing a type of ecstasy few other mammals have the pleasure of enjoying. What happened all those 14,000 years ago, when man and wolf first started courting? Sure we were an interesting creature, living in our caves and playing with the magic of fire to some degree of sophistication, but why did we so eagerly accept these hairy mouths with legs into our lives? I think it had less to do with our admiration for the species and more to do with their admiration for us, not to mention a tooth for flesh that had been cooked over fire. They saw us in those woods, they knew our potential, we weren't some family of hogs eating grass and rolling around in our own shit, we were painting cool pictures in caves and eating hot meat! Now they find themselves dancing around in the back of Chevy's at absurd velocities, eating tender morsels of meat from animals they've never seen, sleeping under goose feathers wrapped in tightly woven cotton weed, and watching cartoons all day while Mommy and Daddy are at work (paying for their kibble and car rides).