Life with Siberian Huskies
The Journey is more important than the destination
The Gift:
There was a time when the animals ruled this earth. The Divine had created them long before man. The Divine had given them strength and cunning, tooth and claw, fang and talon, poison and stealth so that they could survive the new world he had made for all his creations.
All his creations were part of the balance of this world. Each animal had a part to play, and limited intelligence that would not disrupt the harmony, but allow for survival of the hardiest. This would ensure that only the best of the best would endure. That over generation upon generation they would flourish and become better than those before.
Over the eons They Great Divine tired of them and began to test them with natural disasters to see how they would adapt. Some perished, but others found a way to live. He was inspired by this, that his creations wanted to live in his world so badly that they would mutate and overcome his obstacles.
In time this too became mundane to him so The Divine thought to create a new animal…man.
He’d used up all the great ideas of his perfect beast. All that was left was a creature that was weak at birth and took years to learn and become strong. This new creation needed an edge to survive the beast so he gave them more intelligence. Much more than he had intended, but what was done was done.
They still retained a bit of animal in them but they learned from their mistakes, they endured tooth and claw, poison and stealth. But still they died daily and were about to expire so he gave them fire. Fire to keep the nocturnal hunters at bay. It worked and in time their intelligence grew and they were able to craft weapons, simple things of stone blade that could give them parity against fangs, and claws.
Slowly over time they became equals and later to master all of his beast. But all was not right with his new creations. They could not seem to stop themselves and be happy being the masters of the world. They wanted more, and more. They wanted to rule as he did on high. They not only wanted to master the beast but each other.
Great conflicts were fought by weapons created from the intelligence he gave them. Some lost, and some won, but still they wanted more. They had forgotten the days of old when they had almost been extinguished for all time.
Many times, The Divine purged the planet with the forces at his disposal. He tried to cleanse them of their defects but it never worked completely. Time and again they would rebuild but still a few of the inferiors prevailed to rotten the batches of new humans.
Eventually he recognized that he had failed. So, he left them to their own fates and went on to other blank worlds to start over again. His creations would either make it or die out for all time. But before he left he gave them one last hope.
He left them his name sake spelled backwards…Dog. The one creation of his that had remained pure of heart in spite of their simple minds. He had instilled in them the qualities of forgiveness, and love everlasting. Courage and sacrifice, with the love of family and friends.
The Divine left them with this last gift, and then turned his back on the first world he’d created. They would either learn the lessons his dogs taught, or the world would turn to ash. The humans would learn to live in harmony with all living things or perish forever.
Some day he would return to view the results.
Life with Siberian Huskies 