Dog catching was more heroic in the old days. Back then a dog catcher was a kind of knight who swore an oath to protect his community from all stray pets, wild and domestic. In vigilance the dog catcher slept in the bell tower, waiting for the bell to wake him so he could get up, grab his net, and slide down the rope directly onto his mount. The draw bridge of his castle would unfold and off he would trot, as long as it wasn't a prank. Some of history's most important explorers were dog catchers. Labrador is named after the European mutt who first swam to her shores from Newfoundland in 1502. Her pursuer thought it only fair. A prolific breeder, she soon had every dog in the region looking like her. The Industrial Age got off to a good start for dog catchers. Special motorized vehicles were introduced with a hatch in the floor to let the driver pick up a stray without having to take his foot off the gas. By now dog catchers were organized into units who stayed together in a barracks and usually slept or played cards between sorties. Most of these brave men perished as pilots in World War Two. Their vehicles were turned into amphibious landing crafts. In recent times this profession has lost much of its lustre. Tranquilizer guns have changed everything. And global positioning tools let owners monitor the movements of their pets. Maybe they no longer wear a uniform, maybe anyone can do their job, but when you step out into your yard and find the dog house abandoned, with your dog's tracking device smashed on the ground, there's no reason to suspect that it is the work of a desperate, unemployed dog catcher. There's an abundance of openings for him today in parallel fields like parks administration and zoo security. |
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Friday, November 29, 2013
Catching Wind
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