Writers on World War II by Mordecai Richler.Battle of the Sexes in the Animal World by John Sparks.Sperm Wars: Infidelity, Sexual Conflict, and Other Bedroom Battles by Robin Baker.Surely there has to be rules for the guard dogs, they asked the farmer. The bulls started clamouring for the farmer to reign in the dogs. The bulls freaked out because this time it was indeed them. The bulls didn’t speak out because they weren’t sheep. The bulls didn’t speak out because they weren’t ducks. Once they were let loose, the guard dogs became progressively emboldened.įirst, they ate the ducks. Perhaps the whole notion of fierce guard dogs strutting around the farm appealed to his sense of machismo - a byproduct of spending his entire teenage and youth in a men-only aerobics club - and he did exactly that, against better advice from many quarters. The new owner, a carpetbagger who lucked out on the farm through his old uncle’s inheritance, quite liked the idea. “If we cannot trust the guard dogs to do the right thing, then who will we ever trust?” became the mantra of the bulls. So what if they snack on an occasional duckling or two, went the bulls’ reasoning, after all the brave guard dogs keep the wolves out.
And the bulls start clamouring for the guard dogs to be let loose. The bulls in the cattle-pen somehow get this idea in their heads that the old farmer never offered the guard dogs the respect they deserve. There were several over the years, some were busted by the old farmer while some went unnoticed but what mattered was this: the dogs as well as the other animals knew that it was a rule that was not to be messed with.įast forward a few years and the farm has changed hands. That is not to say there weren’t any transgressions. The rules were clear - any guard dog caught making a meal of a duck stood the risk of losing the old farmer’s favour, or worse, the exalted guard job. For example, the guard dogs were not allowed to eat any of the farm-animals, irrespective of the circumstances. As they say, with great powers come great responsibilities and the old farmer had several zero-tolerance rules for his guard dogs. They were relatively better-fed and better-housed even during the early days when the farm was still a struggling upstart. The old farmer, over the years, looked after the guard dogs well. Being a guard dog on that farm was most certainly a badge of honour, one that they wore with much pride.Īs fierce and proud they were, they did bow to one person: their master, the old farmer. The guard dogs - real alpha dogs at that - on their part enjoyed their exalted status amongst the farm’s animals and rightfully so, because after all nobody else on the farm had a job description that included standing up to wolves. After all, it is the guard dogs who stay up on cold wintry nights, standing between them and the wolves that lurk in the nearby woods. From the piddly ducks in the pond to the massive bulls in the cattle-pen, everyone treated the farmer’s guard dogs with respect and deservedly so. Right from the farm’s early days, the pack of guard dogs were always held in good stead by the rest of the farm’s animals. Cry ‘Havoc,’ and let slip the dogs of war (Act 3, Scene 1, Julius Caesar)
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