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We’re not out of the woods yet

This moment of hegemonic harmony that up until now solely lived in our minds, hearts and dutifully coughed up ideology of peaceful coexistence, means the world to me for its sublime quality of peeping through a magical looking-glass into a future less concerned and weary. We’re not out of the woods yet, with our darling Saffron still composing a somewhat chaotic symphony on this organ called fright, combining attract and repel as contemporary notes of a rumbustious and eclectic mix, unintentionally appealing to the nimrod in Mec, bred in his breed through generations, resulting in a bad image of Weimaraners being cat killers pur sang.

Closest we’ll ever come to anything remotely resembling Planned Parenthood, it’s enthralling to wrap our heads around the nature versus nurture debates, strong genetic inheritance or mostly environmental factors, psychological nativism versus being born a blank slate.

The personal romantic in me is convinced naturally that all my excellent qualities derive directly from the genes of my beloved mother herself, allowing her exquisite character to live on in mine, but that’s not a very solid nor useful argument when dealing with raising a puppy, where ones focus should be on promoting all good behavior and ignore the bad, to eventually let the latter become extinct, a method extensively promoted by all self proclaimed animal trainers online, whose nonsense suddenly seems acceptable when watched in despair.

The tabula rasa theory can be quite intimidating too, as it will make you ultimately responsible as a pet parent not just for filling in the gaps but providing the whole spectrum of behavioral consequences, in record time, I may add. A firm believer in letting love rule, even against odds, I’m not too worried, but I am very much aware that by introducing a brother that has the potential to kill them, only his build in prey drive to blame, has complicated their former princely lives considerably.

I can not be but grateful for the elegance and forgiveness with which they get around these hurdles I raise for them, but instead I tell Ivory I won’t rest until they all love each other as much as I do. Romantic foolishness, I know.


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