Seres Humanos Y Otras Personas

Desde hace unos años hay instalada una discusión en los foros de internet, relacionada con el tema del título que le di a esta entrada: la de los Animales como personas.
¿Qué cosas hacen a una persona o a un grupo de ellas?, dirán en algún lado.

Lo primero y elemental, tal vez, será la capacidad de organizarse. Pero eso también lo consiguen los Leones (no siguen todos a un jefe, sino que cada uno tiene un lugar en la jerarquía). Los Lobos son dirigidos por dos líderes pero logran igualmente un gran nivel de organización tanto grupal como individual.
Y a su modo, sus descendientes -los que conviven en nuestros hogares desde hace milenios-, hacen lo mismo cuando forman jaurías.

Lo segundo debería ser la forma del vínculo entre dos individuos, de igual o distinta especie. La mencionada jerarquía influye sobre esto cuando un Lobo forma familia con una Loba creando una relación de por vida muy parecida a nuestros casamientos.

En tercer lugar -y originada en lo anterior-, la posibilidad de sentir tristeza si un integrante del grupo o de la pareja que se formó muere o desaparece por algún motivo.
De esto, como se sabe, hay innumerables ejemplos; y no sólo son casos entre madre e hijo pertenecientes a una misma especie, sino entre madres e hijos de otras especies como Kamunyak y sus bebés Oryxes.
Siendo los sentimientos hasta hoy algo perteneciente a un número indeterminado de especies aunque sólo nosotros sepamos identificarlos, nos encontramos ante otro misterio casi imposible de develar.
Aparte de esto encontramos vínculos de amistades -Gatos y Perros, los más comunes-, en los que si uno de los dos desaparece o muere el otro cae en un estado de tristeza casi interminable.

Esto nos habla claramente de una capacidad relacionada con la memoria; los casos más conocidos se encuentran entre los Elefantes, pero igualmente muchos otros Animales la tienen bastante desarrollada.

El quinto elemento a favor es el nivel de comunicación, sea con alguien de su especie o de otra con la cual comparta una casa. Aquí se incluye particularmente la forma en que nos observan, principalmente, los Perros.

Las dos últimas características importantes son la habilidad para engañar con un plan elaborado de antemano o al menos intencional, y la de reconocerse frente al espejo; esto lo hacen Elefantes, Delfines y Chimpancés. Se dice que algunos Perros también lo hacen al ver su imagen reflejada.
Y con respecto a los Gatos, ahora algunos también les dan ese nuevo grado en su relación con ellos.

El caso es que este año 2014, en la India, se efectuó un reclamo para que los Elefantes fueran considerados personas y dejaran de ser definitivamente mantenidos en circos, a veces por desgracia muy mal tratados. Todo esto a pesar de la ley que prohíbe tener Animales en esos lugares creados para nuestra diversión.
Con ese reconocimiento, podrían tener los mismos derechos que nosotros y tendrían que pensarlo antes de matarlos o hacerlos sufrir como ocurre incluso hoy.
Ahora que recomenzó la polémica, también quieren incluir Ballenas, por lo cual contando estas dos especies, en total parece haber Ballenas, Chimpancés (tal vez otros primates), Delfines, Elefantes, Gatos y Perros.

Es de esperar por lo tanto que pronto estén en esa lista Tigres y Leopardos así como otros vecinos que tenemos en nuestro propio planeta, quienes por el momento están enfrentando el serio peligro de desaparecer para siempre.

Feral Children of Many Times

When Animals Come To Save Our Young

We saw many pictures of women nursing newborn or orphaned animals. We know about feral children... But, how much?
These are the stories that I found up to this day to make my new entry.

Bears: Atalanta, Ancient Greece. Paris, on the slopes of Mount Ida.
A boy in Lithuania, 1661. Orson, in Middle Age in France. Another boy also in Lithuania, in 1694.
A third in Poland. Five-year-old Goranka Cuculic in Yugoslavia, in 1971.
A 16-month-old toddler in Iran, October 2001, Joseph, Denmark, 17th century.
Other Lithuanian Bear-Children were captured in 1661 and 1694. A girl in 1767 in lower Hungary. A girl in a forest in Jalpaiguri in 1892.
Goongi, a 14-year-old Wild Girl in the jungle near Naini Lal, Uttar Pradesh, in July 1914. A girl in Turkey, who lived with Bears for many years.

Cows: Rahul (Boy) in India, November 2002. The Bamberg Boy in Deutschland, 1680.

Dogs: Kunu Masela, six, round the Kenyan town of Machakos, between 1977 and 1983. An 11-year-old boy called Alex Rivas in a cave near the southern Chilean port of Talcahuano (2001).
Traian Caldarar in the Brasov region of Transylvania, Romania, in early February 2002. Oxana Malaya in Ukraine, 1991. Andrei Tolstyk in Siberia, 2004.
Other Children nurtured by Dogs in the Philippines (1982), Germany (1988), Oklahoma (1989), England (1992), Hungary (1994), Romania (1994), Italy (1994) and Retova, west of Moscow.

Gazelles: Gazelle Boy, found in 1960 in Spanish Sahara. A Wild Boy caught in the desert straddling Transjordan, Syria and Iraq, 1946. Gazelle Child in Mauritania.

Goats: Aegisthus, Greece. A child for eight years in the Peruvian Andes in 1990.

Jackals: A girl was found with them.

But the most interesting cases -for my and for my entry-, are these. They come to tell us how the fiercest creatures can have compassion to us instead of easily share the body among their own family members. The picture at the end of my entry is based in a porcelain piece from the Arabic art in Spain, sold by "El Buen Retiro",

Nursed by big Cats: A prince in the country of Chu -8th century B. C.- married a princess of Yun. A son was born to them and was named Tou Po-Pi. The father died and the widow returned to Yun, where Tou Po-Pi, in his youth, had an intrigue with a princess who bore him a son. The grandmother ordered the infant to be carried away and deserted in a marsh, but a Tigress came to suckle the child.
Naga Baba in India, breastfed by a Tigress.
http://news.google.com/newspapers?id=W8U-AAAAIBAJ&sjid=l0wMAAAAIBAJ&pg=2088,844766&dq=nursed+by+tigress&hl=en
A girl in South Africa -November 1921-, found by two bushmen at the Crocodile river's bank, being suckled with two cubs by a Lioness.
http://news.google.com/newspapers?nid=1499&dat=19211115&id=aoYWAAAAIBAJ&sjid=QSEEAAAAIBAJ&pg=4427,311376
The ancient Turko-Mongol ancestor Alp Kara Aslan (Heroic Black Lion) was suckled by a Lioness.
Maeon (also Meion), king of Lydia and Phyrgia. He and his wife Dindyme are the possible parents of Cybele. He had his daughter exposed at Mount Cybelus, but she was suckled by Leopards and Lions.
Two children associated with Lions. The 1st Leopard Child (...). The 2nd Leopard Child.
Indian Panther child (1920). Leopard boy of Dihungi (India, 1915). The boy was stolen from his parents by a Leopardess in the North Cachar Hills near Assam in about 1912, and three years later recovered and identified.
A Tiger child found in India. A wild girl aged about two found in a forest south of Jhansi in north central India in 1986, nursed by a Panther.

Monkeys / Apes: Tissa from Sri Lanka, 1973. Burundi Monkey Boy, 1973. Robert of Uganda, 1982. John Ssebunya of Uganda, 1991. Casamance Boy in Guinea-Bissau, 1930.
Bello of Nigeria, 1996, adopted by Chimpanzees. A Monkey Girl mentioned by Sir. R. G. Burton.
Lucas, Baboon Child in South Africa (maybe Saturday Mifune). Ape Child of Teheran in 1961. Baby Hospital in Sierra Leone in 1984.

Ostriches: Sidi Mohamed in 1945, in North Africa.

Sheep: Irish Sheep-Boy in 1672. Sheep-Boy -for four years- near Trikkala in Greece in 1891.

Sows: Pig Children. Swine Girl in Salzburg, 1830.
Others in Germany, and in Overdyke, Holland. In 1984, a girl in Liaoning province. Clemens, in Overdyke.

Wolves: At least 21 cases; fourteen Wolf-Children were found in India between 1841 and 1895. Misha Defonseca, a Jewish orphan, for 4 years. A twelve year old boy in Wetteraw, 1544.
Ardenne Wolf Boy in France, c1500. Wolf Girl who roamed the banks of the Devil’s River near Del Rio in south-west Texas, seen for the 1st time in 1845. Marcos Pantoja, Sierra Morena.
Wolf Boy of Hesse in 1544, for 4 years. Wolf Child of Kronstadt. Another Wolf Boy in Lucknow.
Kamala and Amala, India. Ramu the Wolf Boy. Dina Sanichar, found in Bulandshahr, in 1867.
Pascal, India, forest of Musafirkhana, 1972. Wolf Boy from Shahjehanjur. Wolf Boy -Djuma- in 1962, aged about seven in a desert region of Turkmenistan.
Elmira Godayatova, aged 6, in Azerbaijan, 1970. Another Azerbaijani girl, Mekhriban Ibragimov, 1978.

There are many more stories, of course, but they're mentioned only as "the Wild Boy of (name of city or region)" or "the Stuttgart -for example- child". And in many cases they tell only about isolated children in rooms like Genie, the girl from USA.

All this feral boys and girls were rescued... However, with very little or no success at all. Had they stayed in their environment, at least they would have survived with their own natural weapons and skills, just like some modern naturalists try to do when making a wild life documentary.

One question to consider is, that in the case of being doomed to live alone in a jungle, the best chances are to be adopted by Wolves, Bears or big Cats... Predators, in other words, who know how to deffend themselves.
The second, that it was much better for them to have been adopted by wild animals than being locked in a room for months or years.

Here, a hunter is afraid of this wild animal,

but the Leopardess is feeding an infant in his crib.

Many signs of me; and maybe for others

I'm so sorry for the very long delay,

caused by a much longer problem of time.

Now I return with something I actually made many years ago,

but a little modified with Paint, as you all will see.

At least in this case, the picture has symbols

related to what I am; many of them well known.

On the other hand you can find the symbols of the Infinite,

a sword representing strenght

as much as elevation without

loosing contact with the things of Earth,

"to Know, to Dare for, to Want, to be Silent",

the two related to the Moon, then the white pentagram,

a representation of the fearsome twelfth planet,

the black shape of a Dog (my birth hour

for the oriental horoscope), three numbers

(2 hours of my Chinese sign and the 5

for Taurus), the 6 for the Snake,

the element of my chinese sign in the tree,

the scale for Libra,

and a special symbol of connection.

Having the correct elements,

I'd also like to make the same picture for others.

"May All Beings Everywhere be Peaceful and Happy"

Lokah Samastá Sukhino Bhavantú

"May All Beings Everywhere be Peaceful and Happy",

es aproximadamente, el significado de este Mantra,

para bendecir a todos los seres vivientes del Universo.

Los animales; salvajes en su mayoría

pero sólo en comparación con nosotros...

Y no viven pensando en matar,

mucho menos a nosotros.

(Esto tendría que haber venido ayer,

en relación al Día del Animal).

Si contamos únicamente a los que nos prestaron su ayuda o solicitaron la nuestra sin ir directamente a devorarnos, el ejemplo más emblemático es el del León que encontró al esclavo Androcles. Pero tan sólo en la edad antigua hay registrados muchos más casos.
Empezando por los Perros, uno ayudó a descubrir al profanador de un templo dedicado a Asclepios; otro, en Sicilia, puso en evidencia ante su amo la infidelidad de una esposa.
Un Perro, después de permanecer tres días sin abandonar a su amo asesinado, tiempo después de que lo adoptaran reconoció y delató a los asesinos ante el Rey que lo cuidaba por entonces.
Los de Erígone, del rey Lisímaco, de Silanio y de Darío III, prefirieron seguir a sus dueños en la muerte, antes que abandonarlos siguiendo con vida.
El del actor ateniense de tragedias, Polo, al morir su dueño y ser quemado en la pira saltó a las llamas para arder junto con él. Lo mismo hicieron las Perras de Eretria, al ver el cadáver del soldado Méntor incinerado allí.
Por último, cuando un romano fue asesinado en una guerra civil, sus muchos enemigos no pudieron acercársele para conseguir el valioso botín de su cabeza; pues allí estaba el Perro a quien el romano había criado.
Otros cánidos:
Dicen que el Chacal es el animal más amigo del hombre; como que, cuando se encuentra con uno, lleno de respeto hacia él le cede el paso y si ve que otra fiera le maltrata, sale en su defensa.

Delfines:
Un individuo de Bizancio llamado Leémidas cuenta que, mientras navegaba costeando la Eólide, vio con sus propios ojos, en la ciudad llamada Poroselene, un Delfín domesticado que vivía en la playa y que se comportaba con los naturales como si fueran amigos personales. Y refiere que una pareja de ancianos alimentaba a este hijo adoptivo ofreciéndole los más apetitosos bocados. Además, el hijo de los ancianos era criado juntamente con el Delfín y el matrimonio cuidaba de ambos, y, en cierta manera, a causa de la convivencia el muchacho y el cetáceo poco a poco llegaron a amarse el uno al otro. Resultó, pues, que el Delfín amaba ya a Poroselene como a su patria y cogió tanto apego al puerto como a su propio hogar y, lo que es más, devolvía a los que habían cuidado de él el pago del alimento que le habían procurado.
En Eubea, los Delfines colaboraban siempre con los pescadores del lugar, siendo luego recompensados con una buena parte de la pesca obtenida.
Un hombre llamado Cérano, Pario de nación, dio dinero, a manera de rescate, a unos pescadores de Bizancio para que dejaran libres a unos Delfines que habían caído en la red. Y a esta acción los delfines correspondieron agradecidos. En efecto, navegaba, en cierta ocasión, en una pentecóntora -según se dice- que llevaba a bordo a algunos Milesios, y en el estrecho que hay entre y Paros volcó la nave, pereciendo todos menos Cérano, al que salvaron unos Delfines, devolviendo así el beneficio que anteriormente habían recibido del personaje. Y en el lugar en que depositaron a éste, después de transportarlo a nado sobre sus lomos, hay un promontorio con una roca que forma una caverna. Y el lugar se llama Ceráneo.
Algún tiempo después murió Cérano y lo incineraron cerca del mar.
Cuando los Delfines se enteraron del lugar de la incineración acudieron todos en grupo, como si fueran a un funeral, y, mientras se mantuvo vivo el fuego de la pira, permanecieron junto al cadáver como un amigo junto a otro amigo.
Y cuando se hubo extinguido el fuego, se retiraron a nado.

Caballo de Antíoco: Vengó a su dueño matando al Gálata llamado Centoarantes, el cual degolló al rey en la batalla.

Elefantes:
Un domador Indio adoptó una cría de Elefante blanco, criándola y domesticándola con dedicación durante años.
Un día, el rey del pueblo cercano quiso que le diera ese Elefante; el domador se negó y fue con él a un lugar desierto.
Los hombres del rey lo persiguieron, sin embargo, y lo atacaron entre muchos. Pero el Elefante, a ver que su dueño había sido herido, daba vueltas en torno a su cuidador a la manera de hombres armados que cubren al camarada caído; mató a nuchos atacantes y a los otros los puso en fuga.
Luego tomó con su trompa al hombre y lo llevó al establo, donde permaneció a su lado.
Cuando Poro, rey de los Indos, recibió numerosas heridas en la batalla contra Alejandro, su Elefante le sacaba tranquila y cuidadosamente las lanzas con la trompa. Y a pesar de tener él también muchas heridas, siguió haciendo esto hasta que el rey estuvo en trance de muerte. El Elefante entonces se acostó junto a ál, para evitar que cayera desde cierta altura.
El de Pirro de Épiro: con la muerte de su amo, en la batalla de Argos, le quitó a sus enemigos los restos mortales del hombre caído para llevarlos con los amigos del soldado muerto.
El dueño de un Elefante doméstico, estando casado con una mujer un tanto vieja pero rica, se enamoró de otra. Estranguló a la anciana para que la fortuna pasara a su nueva esposa y enterró luego el cadáver cerca de donde vivía el Elefante.
Pero éste condujo a la recién llegada al sitio de la fosa y desenterró él mismo a la anciana.

Águilas:
Cuenta Filarco que un niño muy aficionado a las aves recibió como regalo un Aguilucho. Cuidaba el niño al ave -y le daba comida variada- como si fuera un hermano menor.
Un día, por desgracia, el muchacho enfermó... El Águila, que casi no se movía de su lado, lo cuidaba todo lo que podía.
Pero el niño murió por la enfermedad. Entonces el Águila lo acompañó mientras lo llevaban a la tumba, y cuando se le incineró, se arrojó también a las llamas.
Otras aves:
Un hombre casado con una mujer llamada Alcínoe emprendió un viaje. Alcínoe lo engañaba con uno de los criados y fue una Cigüeña que vivía también allí, al ver esto, quien hizo justicia arrancándole los ojos al criado.

Leones:
El León comparte su camino con el moro y bebe agua de la misma fuente. También entra a pedir comida en casas de los pobladores si no la consiguió cazando... Incluso llegan a entender algo el idioma de ellos.
Todo esto se debe a que de cachorros comparten con los hijos de los moros comida, techo y lugar para dormir.
Cuenta Juba I, rey de Numidia, que durante una campaña a través del desierto, uno de sus soldados hirió a un León lanzándole su jabalina. Al año siguiente, el mismo León vio pasar a su atacante de regreso con el ejército y se dirigió únicamente hacia él para matarlo, ignorando a todos los demás.
Una Osa, cuenta Eudemo, mató a los hijos de una pareja de Leones. Los padres, al volver de su cacería y ver lo ocurrido persiguieron a la Osa hasta un árbol, al que ella había trepado.
La Leona entonces permaneció vigilándola mientras el León fue por los montes hasta que encontró a un leñador. El León, sin hacerle el menor daño, le convenció de que lo siguiera llevando su hacha, además.
Al verlos llegar, la Leona también se acercó al hombre, rogándole que los ayudara.
El leñador por fin comprendió todo: hizo caer a la Osa, a quien entonces la pareja destrozó, y luego el mismo León acompañó al hombre al lugar donde lo había encontrado.
Otros felinos:
Un Leopardo fue criado de pequeño, por un cazador. Cierto día, el hombre le trajo un Cabrito vivo para que lo comiera. Sin embargo, la fiera se contuvo, porque ahíta como estaba, le era forzoso abstenerse.
Hizo lo mismo al día siguiente, porque todavía necesitaba la medicina de la privación. Al tercer día sintió hambre, sensación que demostraba como es usual, con rugidos; no tocó sin embargo, al Cabrito que durante dos días había sido su amigo, aunque aceptó otro.

Serpientes:
Una Serpiente criada junto a un niño -llevada por los padres de él a un bosque al ver que había crecido demasiado-, lo encontró años después siendo atacado por ladrones. La Serpiente acudió prontamente en su ayuda, matando a algunos de ellos, limpiando las heridas de su amigo y acompañándolo a través del bosque hostil.

Fictional Interspecies Couples (1st Class).

Not knowing exactly what to bring here two or three days ago,

I finally had a good idea (or at least I hope so);

because surely there had to be an entry dedicated to this:

The best Fictional Interspecies Couples...

Some of them with their real life counterparts.

Updated again, with three new pictures;

which is very good, to make grow this entry.

"Luna in love"

-For the first, and last, time in her whole life-

-Killifost - Deviantart-

-Naomiwolf14, Photobucket-

 

-Blogenamorada-

-Fanpop-

-themorningmuse (both)-

-muppetmindset-



-Melman And Gloria the Hippo-

-The Dragon And Her Twin Soul-

 

-Heaven&Sky, Deviantart-

-Cartoon Pics-

...And, one that I wanted to do, based on this very cute Interspecies Fictional Couple.

...And I was forgetting also the most important matter in this entry:

All the pictures go perfectly well for this Valentine's Day!!!

Seis Imágenes Edénicas

Seis imágenes que ilustran un muy posible nuevo Edén. En la primera, se hace evidente el regreso en paz de los Dragones; en la siguiente, todos los seres terrestres conviven estrechamente unos con otros.

"Calmando La Sed"

"All Together Now, And Again"

En la tercera esos seres son aceptados desde que nacen incluso en nuestros hogares; en la que le sigue, muchas almas con distinto grado de evolución comparten un estado de gracia.

"Armonía Interior"

"Melodía Y Luz"

La quinta imagen nos muestra dos figuras muy distintas en apariencia, pero capaces de recorrer juntas un mismo camino hacia la plenitud espiritual.

"Comunión Entre Almas"

Y en la última, se ven tres estados muy distintos en cuanto a la cercanía respecto de la Luz Eterna: a la izquierda, un grupo de penitentes intenta penosamente alcanzar la cumbre liberada de esas nubes oscuras que le impiden dejar atrás el sufrimiento. En el extremo opuesto, un condenado en un mundo de condenados tiene sin embargo detrás de él una llave con la cual podría liberarse de sus cadenas, pero que su dolor interno no le permite ver.
Y en la gloriosa escena del centro, unas almas hermanadas bailan felices un Rikkudim, completamente iluminadas por la Luz Divina mientras una Loba con alas se encarga de criar un bebé de lo que hoy se conoce como raza negra (es algo perfectamente aceptable en ese estado espiritual; aunque eso ya ocurrió muchas veces ella permanece así sentada y con el pequeño en brazos), y un Delfín salta fuera del agua para verla de cerca.

"Ningún Castigo Es Eterno"

"Distinta sería la historia, si los Animales la contaran"

Lo que desde siempre buscaron presentarnos

en la pantalla de Hollywood,

en lo referido a criaturas terroríficas.

Hormigas...

Pájaros...

Tiburones...

Perros...

...Y también Serpientes.

...Pero en forma similar a una fábula donde un León mira una pintura que muestra a un cazador con su presa recién abatida y dice "Distinta sería la historia si los Leones la contaran", la siguiente es una muestra de lo que ellos llamarían una película de terror si tuvieran la oportunidad de filmarnos:

"HOMBRE"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=THIODWTqx5E

Desde los Pájaros hasta los Delfines, en distintos ambientes,

por diversos motivos,

todos parecen estar ante nosotros destinados

a sufrir nuestros errores.

Si lo que se ve aquí todavía se repite,

es de esperarse que de algún modo,

la Iglesia instaure un nuevo "Martirio de los Inocentes".

"El Día de Little Tyke"

Así como elegí un día para las Gatas que adoptaron por propia iniciativa a Ratas y Ratones, pensé hace mucho en el 1ro de Septiembre para el de la Leona Tyke, que depués de un nacimiento muy malo fue salvada y adoptada por la familia Westbeau; y tanto dentro como fuera de su nueva casa fue la mejor compañera de cuantos vivían allí: los propios dueños del Hidden Valley Ranch, los Perros, Gatos, Aves, Vacas, Caballos, Corderos, Ciervos y Conejos.

Su aparición en Estados Unidos fue un antídoto contra la guerra que estaba destruyendo Europa y golpeando a otros continentes; su partida (vivió alrededor de cuatro años), dejó un mensaje que no todos pudieron asimilar.

Este es un video que pude encontrar de ella (el que estaba hasta ahora ya no aparece):

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eI1kcyKx1yQ

...Y ahora, un link:

https://docs.google.com/viewer?a=v&q=cache:4ffFliECNpIJ:www.temkit.com/14-Pets/Little-Tyke-small.pdf+&hl=en&gl=us&pid=bl&srcid=ADGEESiuibz-HyQqc7Ot9TFZTb3h2q8zJKDnbU3wcruYQknhFd2hme6XGry_WQAMoOu3WibQEj-Y_hm9YaQbp9UQNMBfodH-ZaTeRj_XoZhe1S2Wy6u-bbR86VTkm1ACjqU_Dy8wc7z9&sig=AHIEtbRgGscZgwgpPhxVllVMvz0fl8GvSQ

"Motivo De Un Cazador Para Arrepentirse"

Casi acompañando lo que publiqué hace unos días, llegó esta historia ocurrida en La Pampa (provincia), sobre un rescate efectuado por un Perro a quien ya no esperaban verlo regresar; menos aún con ayuda.


No era su amo. Ni siquiera un vecino de toda la vida. Pero igual cumplió con su rol y no se despegó de su acompañante hasta que decidió salir a buscar ayuda. Hoy, pese a la momentánea distancia, los une algo para toda la vida: la inquebrantable amistad entre el Hombre y el Perro.
Dos semanas atrás, Héctor Frete y un par de amigos habían ido a cazar a la zona de La Adela, en La Pampa, en el límite con las provincias de Río Negro y Buenos Aires. La jornada de cacería comenzó complicada porque dos Jabalíes se cruzaron con el grupo y mataron a dos Perros. El inesperado enfrentamiento fue separando a los cazadores dentro del cerrado monte pampeano hasta que Héctor, de 46 años, decidió subirse a un árbol para divisarlos.
Así como subió, cayó al piso. La caída desde unos tres metros de altura le provocó quebraduras y lo dejó sin víveres y sólo. Al menos, eso era lo que el cazador creía.
“El Perro nunca se me separó. Se echó sobre mi pierna herida y me dio calor en el medio de la noche” le cuenta a Clarín desde la cama de terapia intermedia del Hospital Penna de Bahía Blanca, su provisorio hogar dentro de los próximos treinta días.
Tenía quebradas la rodilla y el fémur y ni se podía arrastrar. Así estuvo toda la noche, siempre con la fiel compañía de Blanquito a su lado. “Él también estaba herido por el ataque. A las nueve y media del otro día, vi que husmeaba algo y se fue”, recuerda.
Las horas pasaban y la desesperación crecía. Héctor se alimentaba de impotencia porque la sequedad de su boca, debido a la deshidratación, le impedía gritar y no tenía nada para alumbrar. “Que sea lo que Dios quiera, pensé cuando sentí que el Perro no volvía”.
Un día más duró la incertidumbre hasta que su fiel compañero retornó. Y no lo hizo solo. Con él arribaron al lugar un grupo de brigadistas y sus dos compañeros de caza, entre ellos Gabriel Gorosito, el dueño de Blanquito, de cuatro años. “Es una mezcla entre Galgo y Dogo que siempre nos acompaña en las salidas de caza”, explica. Y atribuye su actitud protectora al trato que recibe.
“Para mí él y los otros (Gabriel tiene varios Perros más) son como seres humanos,” agrega.
Ahora Héctor, con varios clavos en su pierna derecha, no ve la hora de dejar el hospital para reencontrarse con su salvador para acariciarlo y agradecerle.
Dos enseñanzas le dejó la odisea que lo puso al borde de la muerte: el espíritu de compañía del animal y la inconsciencia de internarse en el monte sin los elementos apropiados. Por eso dice que no va a volver a cazar. “Y les pido a los que lo hagan, que lleven todo lo necesario. No hagan como hice yo”, recomienda.
Y por supuesto, no se olviden de llevar Perro.

"Día Del Perro" - Distintos significados

Como hoy es el Día del Perro aquí en Argentina, no está de más ver a algunos integrantes destacados de esa gran familia, con lo que representan para nosotros...












Sorry, I had to remove the text because if there was an empty line in edition, with the preview and final result the blank space was four times bigger.

Esto es en Brasil.

http://youtu.be/9JnyZHXCIKM

"The Most Human Dragon"

Just as another story I found, this one shows how the evil is punished, and very well, by a Dragon who knew the kindness of some human family.

The Princess, The Dragon & The Very Bad Knight
By Stuart Baum

Part OneOnce upon a time there was a Princess named Nyssmah. When she was born, she was a very little baby. When she was a one-year old, she was a very little one-year old. When she was a two-year old, she was a very little two-year old. And when she was a three-year old she found a Dragon's egg.
Princess Nyssmah knew that she wasn't allowed to bring anything into the Castle without checking first with the Royal Steward. The Royal Steward, thought Nyssmah, was in charge of saying "No". Which is why, when she brought the Dragon's egg into the Castle, she did not check first with the Royal Steward. He would have said "No". Instead she put the Dragon's egg into her closet. And, like all little girls, forgot all about it.
Our story begins with the sound of a Dragon's egg hatching. The sound attracted the Royal Dog, which sniffed at the closet where Princess Nyssmah had stashed the Dragon's egg. The Royal Dog attracted the Royal Housemaid who was sure there was Some Sort of Animal in the closet. The Royal Housemaid was afraid of many things. But, more than anything else, she was afraid of Some Sort of Animal in a Closet. She went to get the Royal Steward who went to get the Royal Butler who went to get the Royal Exterminator ( who is in charge of removing All Sorts of Animals from closets or from anywhere else ). The Royal Exterminator opened the closet door and found a baby Dragon.
All this excitement attracted Princess Nyssmah, who was not afraid of Some Sort of Animal in the closet- especially since she knew exactly which sort of animal was in this closet. The excitement also attracted the King.
The Royal Exterminator knew what to do about Mice. He knew what to do about Bugs and Snakes and Raccoons and all Other Sorts of Animals. But the Royal Exterminator did not know what to do about a baby Dragon in a closet. Princess Nyssmah did.
"Can I keep him?" she asked.
The Royal Steward quickly said, "No".
Princess Nyssmah put on her very best "I Love My Daddy Face" and asked the King, "Can I keep him, oh Daddy that I love? Pleeease?"
"Of course", said the King. The Royal Steward threw up his arms and shook his head and rolled his eyes and sighed a long sigh.
Now that we have begun the story and hatched our baby Dragon, it's time to meet the Knight. Like all knights, this one started out as a baby boy. When he was born he was a very big baby. When he was a two-year old, he was a very big two-year old. When he was a four-year old he was a very big four-year old. And when he was a six-year old, Princess Nyssmah had asked her Daddy, the King, if she could keep the Dragon.
The boy-who-would-become-a-knight's name was Brophy (with a hard "o"). Brophy's dad was the Royal Champion. The Royal Champion did not like Princess Nyssmah's baby Dragon, because he thought it was a bad idea to have a Dragon in the Castle. The Royal Champion knew that baby Dragons grow up to be big Dragons. And he knew what big Dragons did: big Dragons carried away Princesses and ate them. The Royal Champion's job, among many, was to rescue Princesses when ever they had been carried away by big Dragons. Princess Nyssmah had yet to be carried away by a big Dragon, but should she ever be, it was the Royal Champion's job to get her back uneaten.
Brophy, like his father, did not like Princess Nyssmah's new pet. But for a different reason. He did not like the Princess' pet because he was spoiled. He wanted the Dragon to be his pet. Since he could not have the Dragon himself, he decided that no one would have the Dragon. So this is what he did:
One day, when Princess Nyssmah and the Dragon, who was bigger now, were playing, Brophy ran to the Royal Champion and said, "Daddy! The Dragon bit me!" The Royal Champion looked at Brophy's hand, which was indeed bitten ( Brophy had bitten it himself ), and took Brophy to the King.
"Your daughter's Dragon has bitten my son", the Royal Champion said to the King.
The King, who was busy sitting on his throne doing what Kings do when they are busily sitting on the throne, said to the Royal Steward, "Bring the Princess and the Dragon here at once".
When the Princess and the Dragon arrived, the King asked, "Nyssmah, is it true that the Dragon bit Brophy?"
The Princess glared at Brophy and said, "No, Daddy. The Dragon was not even near Brophy".
"Well, then", the Royal Champion asked Princess Nyssmah, "how do you explain this?" He showed her Brophy's bitten hand.
"I don't know", she said. "Maybe Brophy bit it himself ".
"Don't be fresh!" said the King. ( We all know that Brophy had bitten his own hand, but no one else did ). The King took another look at Brophy's bitten hand and said, "This is not too bad. Perhaps the Dragon was just being protective of Nyssmah".
The Royal Champion began to protest, but the King waved him off.
"Please try to be more careful", said the King.
Princess Nyssmah said, "I shall be careful, father".
Brophy was upset that his plan did not work. So like all little boys, he tried it again. He bit his hand once more and told his father once more, who told the King once more, that the Dragon had bitten him. And once again, Princess Nyssmah was told to be more careful, but the Dragon was allowed to stay in the Castle. Then Brophy thought up a different plan.
The Dragon had learned to breathe fire. It is far Too Complicated to explain why Dragons can breathe fire while boys and girls cannot, so this story will not try to explain how fire-breathing works. But the fact that Princess Nyssmah's Dragon can breathe fire gave Brophy an idea. It was a rotten idea. It was a really rotten idea. It was such a rotten idea, in fact, that when Brophy thought of it, his eyes turned from blue to brown- just for an instant.
Brophy went in to Princess Nyssmah's room and set fire to her dollhouse. Then he ran up to the Royal Steward and yelled, "Fire! Fire! The Dragon has set fire to the Princess' room!" I told you it was a rotten idea!
This plan worked. The King did not mind so much that the Dragon was biting Brophy. (Remember, no one else knew that Brophy was biting himself ). The King was actually pleased that the Dragon was protecting his daughter. But a fire-breathing Dragon was a dangerous thing to have in the Castle. And the King told the Royal Champion to take the Dragon far away. So far away that the Dragon would never find his way back to the Castle.
Princess Nyssmah cried and cried for days and days, but soon the King got her a puppy, which she named Puppy, and she was happy once more. Brophy giggled and giggled for days and days, but when the King got Princess Nyssmah a puppy he was jealous once more. And since the puppy did not breathe fire, still. Too Complicated to explain, Brophy never managed to get the puppy thrown out of the Castle.

Part Two

We rejoin the same story thirteen years later. Princess Nyssmah has grown up into a beautiful, though still somewhat small, young woman of sixteen. Her puppy, named Puppy, grew into a big Dog named Puppy, got old, got very old and, like all animals, eventually died. Her new puppy, this one named Droopsy, also grew into a big Dog, which is what he is now. Her father, the King, did not grow in size, but he did grow older. He also grew happier. His daughter was going to be married the following day. The man she was marrying was a Prince named Alladrio. Prince Alladrio was from another land and was strong, tall and as nice as anyone could be. The King was happy that Princess Nyssmah had found a man as wonderful as Alladrio to marry.
Brophy grew up to be Sir Brophy, the knight. He was the biggest, strongest, fiercest man in the whole kingdom. He wasn't afraid of anything or anyone. Since he was so strong and so fearless, he was named the Royal Champion and it was his job to rescue the Princess if she were ever carried away by a Dragon. But child(ren), listen, because this is important: The only thing worse than a bad child is a bad grown-up. And, unfortunately, Brophy was a bad grown up -or in his case- a Bad Knight. He still wanted whatever anyone else had. And the one thing he wanted most of all was Princess Nyssmah. He wanted to marry her. And he was very mad that she was marrying Someone Else- no matter how nice or good that Someone Else was. Since he could not marry Princess Nyssmah himself, he decided that no one would marry her.
He did not know what he would do to make sure no one married her, but he knew that it would be Something Rotten.
Now child(ren), you have to fly for a moment. While you cannot fly in real life -it is Too Complicated to explain why not- you can fly in a story. And if you want to see the Dragon again, you must fly. Our Dragon, like all Dragons, live at the top of a tall mountain. So, grow your wings and come fly for a short while. Let's go see our Dragon.
Fly up into the air, across the land and over the hills. Fly past the gigantic forest and over some more hills. Here come the tall mountains and here we go! Up, up, up, and more up until we get to the very top of the tallest mountain in the world. Right at the very top, there is a a cave and in that cave -Look closely, but don't touch!- is our Dragon. He has grown up, too. Like Brophy, the Dragon has grown up to be very, very big. And very, very strong. Fortunately he has not grown up to be very bad. However, he has grown up to be very unhappy.
The Dragon still missed Princess Nyssmah. No one gave him a puppy and no one was there to love him, so he was all alone on top of the mountain. Once in a while, he would fly down into the country looking for castles. When he found a Castle, he would fly in, carry away whichever Princess lived there and -no, he did not eat them- he would look at them very careful to see if they were Princess Nyssmah. When they weren't, and they never were, he would put them back unharmed. Over and over he did this. And every time the princess he looked at was not the right Princess he would grow sadder and sadder.
So, look into the cave and see the biggest, strongest, yet saddest Dragon in the whole world.
But quick! Let's fly back to the castle! Hurry now! Fly as fast as your can! You don't want to miss what happens next!

What Happens Next

Good! We got back just in time! Just in time for the party. Everyone, even Droopsy the Dog, is at the party. It's the night before Nyssmah and Alladrio's wedding and it seems as though everyone in the Castle is as happy as can be. There are parades and jugglers and puppet shows and marching bands. There are Elephants trumpeting, Horses neighing and All Sorts of Animals making All Sorts of Noises.
"Look at all these Animals!" shouted the King over the noise. "There must be every Animal in the world here!"
"Yes", said the Royal Steward, who was also very old now. "Every animal in the world, except Dragons!"
"That's right!" said the King. "There are no Dragons". Then he thought about the time when Princess Nyssmah was a little girl and she had a pet Dragon. "I wonder what that baby Dragon is doing now?" the King asked the Royal Steward.
"Probably carrying off Princesses and eating them", said the Royal Steward matter-of-factly.
"Probably", said the King. But somehow he could not imagine our Dragon carrying off Princesses and eating them.
Meanwhile, Brophy had heard every word of the King and the Royal Steward's conversation and it gave him an idea. It was a rotten idea. It was such a rotten idea, in fact, that when Brophy thought of it, his eyes turned from blue to brown- and they never turned back.
After the party was over, when everyone was asleep, Sir Brophy snuck into Princess Nyssmah's room and stole her. He put her into a big sack and put her onto the back of his Horse. Then he set fire to her bed to make it look as though a Dragon had flown into the Castle and carried off Princess Nyssmah. Then he galloped his Horse as fast as he could away from the Castle toward the tallest mountains in the world. He planned to kill Princess Nyssmah and leave her in a cave, so it looked like a Dragon had killed her.
In the morning, on the day of the wedding, Princess Nyssmah was gone and her bed was burned up. It looked just like a Dragon had carried her off.
"Quick!" said the King. "Call Sir Brophy the Royal Champion!" But the Sir Brophy was gone, too. ( Again, only we know that he had stolen Princess Nyssmah ).
"Perhaps he has gone to fight the Dragon", said the Royal Steward.
"Yes", said the King. "That is what must have happened". And everyone sat down and started to cry- even Droopsy the Dog. They already missed Princess Nyssmah and hoped that Brophy would rescue her so they could have the wedding.
Once again, child(ren), you must fly if we are going to see what happens next.
Quick! Grow your wings! Grow your wings and let them carry you over the land, over the hills, past the forest, over more hills until we get to the tall mountains. And there, halfway up the mountain, is Sir Brophy carrying the Princess-In-A-Sack. And there, right at the top of the mountain, is a cave. Sir Brophy climbed up to the cave and pulled the Princess-In-A-Sack inside.
"Help!" screamed Princess Nyssmah. "Help! Someone please save me!"
Brophy opened the sack and let the Princess out. At first, she was happy that Sir Brophy was there. "I am saved!" she shouted. But then she soon realized that Sir Brophy had taken her and that he had pretended she had been carried off by a Dragon. Which all means, she thought, that he is going to kill me. "Help!" she yelled again. "Help! I have been carried off by a Very Bad Knight!"
Sir Brophy put his hand over her mouth. "There is no use shouting, Princess", he said. "Nobody can hear you. We are too high up in the mountains for anybody to come rescue you".
Sir Brophy was right. Nobody could hear her screams. But something could: our Dragon. Our Dragon heard Princess Nyssmah's screams and knew that he had finally found the right Princess. He quickly flew over to the mountain -it was just two mountains away- and he arrived just in time.
Until you have seen a fight between the world's strongest Knight and the world's strongest Dragon, you have only seen skirmishes, disagreements and meddlings. This was a true fight. A battle. A fire-breathing, sword-smashing, teeth-gnashing, shield-crashing battle like no battle has ever been battled before. First the Dragon had the upper hand- or wing as it were. Then Sir Brophy had the upper hand.
Then the Dragon. Then Sir Brophy. Then neither. Then the Dragon again. Then Sir Brophy again. Then, well, Sir Brophy again. Then, well, still Sir Brophy. Then it looked pretty bad for the Dragon. Then it looked really bad for the Dragon. Then it looked hopeless for the Dragon and you would think that Sir Brophy had won and he would kill the Dragon and then kill the Princess. And that would be that.
But the Princess picked up a loose rock and threw it at Sir Brophy. The rock hit him squarely in the head and he looked up for a second and turned toward the Princess. This gave the Dragon his chance. He took a deep breath. So deep that he breathed in almost all the air in the cave. Then he breathed out the biggest breath of fire he had ever breathed out. Probably the biggest breath of fire any Dragon had ever breathed out in the history of the world. Right at Sir Brophy.
The blast of fire-breath knocked Sir Brophy out of the cave and off the side of the mountain. It was such a long way down that he might still be falling today. In any case, Sir Brophy was never seen again.
Princess Nyssmah got onto the Dragon's back and down they flew to the Castle. They got there so fast that the Princess had just enough time to say one sentence. She said, "I will never let you go away again".
But quick, child(ren), don't just sit here in the cave! Grow your wings again and fly, fly, fly to the Castle. You don't want to miss the wedding do you?

The Wedding

No matter how many weddings you have been to -especially if you have never been to any- you have never seen a wedding like this one. Picture the world’s most beautiful Princess dressed in a wedding gown so sparkly and white that it is too bright to even look at. Picture the world’s most handsome Prince dressed in a tuxedo so smart that it could solve the world’s hardest mathematical problems all by itself. Picture a Dragon in a bow tie as the Best Man- or Best Dragon as it were.
And picture Droopsy the Dog as the flower Dog, holding a basket of dried rose petals and daffodils and all your Favorite Flowers. Still not enough? How about a wedding hall filled not just with people, but also with Animals of All Sort and Kinds? And imagine them all dressed in people clothes. A Lion in a suit and tie!
An Octopus in a fancy party dress! And a Giraffe in a top hat! In other words it was a wedding like never before. And it lasted all night long and through the better part of the next day.
And, of course, everyone and everything lived happily ever after.

The End



Now, in this site, a video which illustrates, more or less, part of the story about this Dragon:

http://randommization.com/2011/03/02/dragonboy-the-story-of-a-dragon-in-love-with-a-princess-short

Always St. Valentine, For Many Little Souls

Last Monday the world celebrated St. Valentine. The following case took place in 2006, but there were many more couples like them, and there will be; for to them, every day can be St. Valentine.

A German Donkey is making an ass out of herself after falling in love with a Gander.
The farm where the unlikely couple live, in the Saxon town of Cottbus, has been besieged by journalists and curious visitors since the affair featured in local newspaper, the Lausitzer Rundschau.
The gander, whose name is Hannibal, met Heidi the Donkey when he was put into her enclosure for being too aggressive to be kept with the other birds.
Staff say the couple quickly fell for each other, eating and sleeping together and are now completely inseparable.
The Gander jealously attacks any male Donkeys who go near Heidi. Heidi in turn is not interested in other Donkeys, and follows Hannibal around all day long.