Category: Dogs


Occasionally I review books, including my own. Here is an index to posts that can be considered in some sense book reviews.

Book Reviews

Homecoming 10/20/10
The Book Video is Here! 12/15/10
Quick Comment on Reading 2/8/11
Homecoming Award 3/1/11
Beauty and the Beast 3/24/11
The Animal Connection 6/28/11
Tourist Trap: What’s it About? 8/16/11
Shipbuilder (Guest Post) 9/8/11
Is That a Ghost? 10/31/11
Once and Future Giants 11/22/11
The Land of Painted Caves 2/28/12
Tourist Trap 3/27/12
Pride and Prejudice 4/17/12

With 550 posts as of today, I’ve started to have problems remembering what I’ve already put on here. This is particularly a problem with posting existing content such as poems, short pieces from the Summer Arts Festival, or science explanations originally written for the Alaska Science Forum. I can’t remember which books or DVDs I’ve posted reviews on. It also is starting to be a problem when I want to link to a previous post and can’t remember when it was put up or what the title was. And there are posts on this blog that have permanent information, like the series on planet building and the one on horse color genetics, or the book and DVD reviews. I want to make it easier for my readers as well as myself to find things.

I made a start some time ago by adding an index page, which can be accessed from the menu at the top of any page. Right now, the only links are to index pages on my author site. This takes you out of the site and sometimes back in, which is rather clumsy. The index list is also incomplete.

I’m going to start posting an occasional entry which is strictly an index of past posts on a particular topic. These posts will be linked from the index page, and will link forward to the individual blog posts. As it takes a while to find all the posts that belong together, this will be a slow process—probably extending over the next few months. The first in this series, on DVD reviews, is already queued for January 3. Others will follow, most on Thursdays.

I probably won’t be indexing every post. Some, like those early posts which were simply glossary entries for my books, are on the author site and really belong there. Others, like the regular Monday updates on North Pole weather starting in November 2010, can be found easily enough just by using the calendar on the site. But I hope that by the time I have finished this, older posts of interest will be easier to find.

I just got tagged by Samanatha Stacia to tell ten things about myself, and tag three other people. Well the ten things are fine, but have you any idea how many people that kind of tripling every day would involve?

Just for the heck of it (and because it’s a good example of what a regular doubling (or tripling, in this case) can do, I calculated how many bloggers would be affected if each one tagged actually tagged three others, and if those tagged posted their blogs the next day. Ready? Here’s what it does:

day number
1 1
2 3
3 9
4 27
5 81
6 243
7 729
8 2,187
9 6,561
10 19,683
11 59,049
12 177,147
13 531,441
14 1,594,323
15 4,782,969
16 14,348,907
17 43,046,721
18 129,140,163
19 387,420,489
20 1,162,261,467
21 3,486,784,401
22 10,460,353,203
23 31,381,059,609
24 94,143,178,827
25 282,429,536,481
26 847,288,609,443
27 2,541,865,828,329
28 7,625,597,484,987
29 22,876,792,454,961
30 68,630,377,364,883
31 205,891,132,094,649

That’s over 200 trillion people in the first month! (The population of the Earth is only about 7 billion, which would be exceeded by day 22.)

Obviously many people who are tagged do not respond, people rather quickly start getting tagged twice (or more) and the whole thing breaks apart from its own weight. So I’ll play the game as a blog-publicizing exercise, but anyone I tag should not respond if they’ve already been tagged once. Regard it as advertizing for your blog.

1. I started talking before I could walk. (And I still like birthday cake.) I still also talk better than I walk.

2. I’ve loved horses ever since I can remember. (My parents claimed they had to pry me off the pony, which belonged to an itinerant photographer.

3. While still in grade school, I discovered my father’s subscription to Astounding Science Fiction, and later, his back issues to the late 30′s and read them all.

4. I’ve been telling myself stories (mostly about horses to start with) in third person past tense since grade school.

5. My first attempt at publication was in high school or thereabouts. I sent a werewolf story to John W. Campbell, editor of Astounding. He wrote back saying it was too much a fantasy story for Astounding, but I could write. (The story has since been totally rewritten at novelette length and I’m thinking of e-publishing it on Amazon.)

6. I took a poetry writing class at Harvard, even though my major was physics. (Unfortunately — or perhaps fortunately? I’ve lost those poems.)

7. I bred and showed Shetland Sheepdogs for over 25 years, and my first dog, Derry, became the first dog of any breed from north of the Alaska Range to earn an AKC tracking title. (He was also the canine telepath who inspired the pocket herders, a breed of dog that is important in my unpublished trilogy.)

8. At one time I developed and programmed scientific models in FORTRAN on punched cards, and later learned to make web pages with HTML and Netscape 1.

Dot

9. Although none of my Shelties after Derry had much herding instinct, I had three Shetland sheep and competed in herding trials with my Border Collie, Dot.

10. At one time, some 20 years ago, I was lead writer for The Alaska Science Forum, a weekly popular science column that went to media outlets all over Alaska.

And to my surprise, I find myself 70 years old.

My picks (the three latest in the WordPress group on SheWrites because quite a few I read already have been tagged) are:

Colleen Crinion

Pat Nance

Costa Jill

This isn’t really a book review, or if it is it is a very biased one — I wrote the book. Maybe it would be more accurate to call it a much longer version of the synopsis on the back of Tourist Trap. A synopsis has to be very limited in length; this gives me room to introduce the characters and the conflicts.

Tourist Trap: the second novel about the Confederation that grew from Jarn. The white lead dog is Snowflake.

Tourist Trap is the second novel I’ve written about the Jarnian Confederation. This is a loose confederation of human-occupied planets, with a remnant population of R’il’nians, who hybridized with proto-humans to produce modern humans around 125,000 years ago. Some of the hybrid descendants followed their R’il’nian progenitor back to space; others remained on Earth and became our own ancestors. Most of the pure R’il’nians are extinct, but the remnant and their descendants from recent cross-breeding have the responsibility of protecting the human-occupied planets from other intelligent races and (more often) of preventing them from warring with each other.

In Homecoming (set around the time of George Washington’s birth) the last R’il’nian surviving in the Confederation, Lai, discovers that the human lover who left him years ago fled because she was pregnant with his child, in defiance of the Genetics Board. The child, raised a slave, is rescued at thirteen and given the name Roi — but he is found because he is struck down by a paralyzing disease. Homecoming deals with Lai’s discovery of a woman of his own species, Marna, on a distant world and their acceptance, Healing and education of Roi – himself an untrained Healer — who must finally accept that he, as having the most R’il’nian characteristics of Lai’s children, will replace his sociopathic half-brother, Zhaim, as Lai’s heir.

Tourist Trap starts a year and a half after the end of Homecoming. Roi, now eighteen, has been given a trip on Falaron, a planet terraformed from ice age Earth, as a graduation present. His three closest friends from slavery have been given to him as slaves, though as far as Roi is concerned the slavery is simply a legal fiction that allows him to act as their protector while they gain the education they will need to survive on their own.

The markings on this horse are a good match for Amber's horse, Splash.

Roi is well aware that his father and the other adults around him consider that he is lacking in independence because of his slave upbringing, and partly because of that is determined to handle the journey on Falaron without aid. Underneath, however, he is both afraid of Zhaim and fearful of becoming like his older brother.

Flame, slave-born and the one who has known Roi the longest, has every intention of staying with him and doesn’t much care whether she is his slave or free.

Amber, kidnapped into slavery as a child, also loves Roi. But she is very aware that she will grow old and Roi will not, so she has decided to stay with Timi. She trusts Roi to release her when she has the education she recognizes she needs.

Tim, also kidnapped into slavery, wants his freedom now, and has begun to resent the fact that Roi owns him. In partial response to this, he is pursuing a friendship with Zhaim.

This foal is obviously much younger than Roi's horse, Raindrop, but the color and markings are right. Photo courtesy of Gail Lord.

The Falaron guide, Penny, makes the fifth of the group. Dog sledding, hang gliding, a trip across a landscape much like Pleistocene North America by horseback, sailing across a large lake, river rafting and rock climbing are all part of the fun.

Penny starts out treating Roi and his friends as clients. But she finds herself caring more for all of them –especially Roi – than she really intended.

But Zhaim is using Timi, and intends that none of the five will survive their trip. He is not stupid, and realizes that either Lai or Marna would protect Roi if they had any idea of what he was up to. So he plots to get them far away from Falaron – Marna to combat a plague he engineers, and Lai to stop a holy war he has goaded on. Even before the two R’il’nians leave he uses Timi and the weather against the travelers.

The geophysics and weather patterns of Faleron were carefully thought out, as was the seasonality. Yes, I modeled it on the rain-shadow effect of the Rocky Mountains, but the weather patterns and climate are reasonable for mid-latitudes on an Earthlike planet.

I had fun writing this. I’ve had considerable experience with dogs and horses, and they, as much as the people, are individuals. Amber and Timi’s lead dog, Snowflake, is an older dog, arthritic, and a bit of a telepath – so was the first dog I owned. Snowflake might well be the leader on the cover of Tourist Trap. And the five horses they ride are individuals too. Roi’s Raindrop is a spirited animal that responds well to Roi but is far too much horse for Timi, who does fine with the rather lazy Dusty.

It’s science fiction, but the surroundings are primitive and the focus is on the people: R’il’nians, crossbreds and Humans alike. Try it. You might be surprised to like it, especially if you think you don’t care for science fiction.

This is from a prompt Jeanne gave us: write something on “readiness” using the wild word “furnace.” She was talking about being ready if inspiration strikes, but for me, the word “furnace” took over.

We are never quite ready for the unexpected.
Water rising.
Power failure
Flames bursting from the top of the furnace
(But you are already on 9-1-1, having smelled smoke, and the voice says “get out! Get out! We’re on our way!”
But the dog is crated in the bedroom
And by the time you run back and release her
The flames are barring the way to your parka
And it’s twenty below out, but the dog is safe …)
No, we’re never ready
But we cope.

©Sue Ann Bowling

Sheep

Sheep are contrary creatures, and these
Not content with the grazing in their pen
Had pushed down the fence,
Gone seeking lusher green
Along the busy road.
“Dot,” I called, “sheep.  See sheep.”
As if she were not already caught, fixated by those sheep far beyond my stumbling reach.
I waited for a break in traffic.
One word:  “Away.”
And after that just wait and close the gate behind the sheep she brought,
Knowing,
As she did,
Far more of sheep than I.

Last month I blogged about an article in The New Scientist based on a book due to be released soon. The book, The Animal Connection by Pat Shipman, is now available and was one of the first I bought for my iPad.

This is a book anyone interested in animals, domestication or human evolution should read. Dr. Shipman points out that hunters must observe animals and learn to anticipate them in order to hunt successfully. She links tool-making to the hunting of animals, pointing out that we are unique as predators in using tools, not teeth or claws, to hunt. The addition of meat to our diet may well have been what made us able to support increasingly large brains, as brains have a very large energy cost.

The need to get “inside the skull” of another species may also be behind much of the empathy and imagination we share.

Later, the need to share information about animals may well be one of the driving forces behind our acquisition as a species of language. Language, although one of the traits that define us as a species, does not fossilize, so arguments here tend to have more than a little arm-waving about them. The fact remains that animals, rather than plants or other people, are the main subjects of Paleolithic art.

If animals were living tools, as the author argues, they are tools whose best use must be based on mutual understanding, not on force. There is nothing really new about this; Xenophon’s tretise on horsemanship said it over two thousand years ago.

The future? To quote the author, “The post-animal world, if we choose to live in it, is a fearsome place that threatens to destroy the very best qualities of humankind.”

I tend to believe most of the arguments in this book partly because they reflect my own conclusions. I wrote a short story over ten years ago suggesting that the connection between people and dogs may have shaped both into a new symbiosis, and I am glad to see that idea now accorded some degree of scientific acceptance.

Book: The Animal Connection, by Pat Shipman. Published by W.W. Norton,
ISBN 978-0-393-07054-5

How do you feed an infant predator?

Maybe I’d better back up a little.

My exploration is proceeding very slowly – teleport to a place I’ve been before and walk for an hour or two until my feet get sore, and then teleport back to the capsule. No rain at all in the month and a half I’ve been here. I hope this is just a dry season, rather than the start of a drought. The stream seems to be perennial – I hope. At least there is no shortage of either water or fish, but from the increased crowding of the herbivores along its bank and my own observations, this is the only water around. There is ground water – I can perceive it – and if need be I can bore a well telekinetically.

Where there are herbivores crowded together there will be predators. It is not the season for births – that much is obvious – so I was a little surprised to see one of the smaller social predators apparently nursing young. At any rate her breasts were enlarged enough to slow her down, and one of the striped herbivores kicked her head in.

She seemed low ranking and almost fearful of the others, which puzzled me. I opened my mind, and sent out thoughts of milk – and got an answer. A tiny cub, its eyes barely open, with two others, dead of starvation. Their mother must have been desperate for food.

Admit it – I’m lonely. And if I can raise the cub, using my telepathy to convince her I’m her mother, she’d be a companion. Something to talk to, even if she can’t talk back.

So how am I going to feed Patches?

If other animals had young, I could milk one easily enough – but most of the young animals, at least of the species I’ve seen, have been weaned. I’m doing quite nicely on fish and the occasional small mammal, along with a certain amount of scavenging (the warnoff is very handy for that) and a few seeds and fruits. So I’ve been trying to process fish and meat into a slurry she can swallow. She’s hungry enough to swallow anything.

I wonder if the computer files have any information that would help me?

Proposed Cover illustration for Tourist Trap

This is another excerpt from Tourist Trap, an upcoming novel involving ecotourism and attempted murder on a planet terraformed from Pleistocene Earth.

The guide had planned to take a long lunch break to rest the dogs, who were sprawled out panting in the unnatural warmth. Somehow Roi had his team on their feet and pulling out, with Amber driving the blue team behind him, almost as soon as they had finished eating. Penny had little choice but to follow, fuming with anger. Screaming at Roi when he moved the pace up to a lope had no effect, nor did attempting to stop her own team. Growler slowed only briefly at her “whoa,” then glanced ahead and resumed his lope. How dare her client take over the mind of her lead dog!

For other participants, see Six Sentence Sunday.

Have patience.  Sometimes what you say, in words or actions, is not what the other hears.

There comes a time, in every life, when death is inevitable and may even be preferable to continued suffering.

Never be afraid to love, even though the end of love is death.

(assignment from Summer Arts Festival, © Sue Ann Bowling 2006)

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