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I've been intrigued lately past a breed of domestic dog called the Carolina Dog. These dogs have been in the news lately, considering a study of the genetics of the domestic dog suggested that several of the American dog breeds (Chihuahua for case) take origins from aboriginal Asian breeds rather more recent European ones. The study, c0mparing mitochondrial Dna, suggested that Carolina dogs are quite accurately chosen "American Dingos," because of a close genetic relationship to the same genetic pool that created Australian Dingos. Both dogs appeared to have originated from dogs in E Asia rather than having genetics more than closely related to European breeds.

Carolina Dogs certainly expect a lot similar Dingos, and they also fit the drawings and descriptions from Native American Indians long before Europeans settled the country. Some suggest that they migrated from Asia over the Bering Land Bridge as many as xx,000 years agone. Fossil evidence also suggests a connection, which is why the dogs are also sometimes chosen Due north American Native Dogs and Indian Dogs. Here'due south a photograph from Wikipedia (who, by the manner, I contribute to each calendar month because it is such a bang-up resource). Note that they aren't all colored this way, some are actually blackness and tan, as manifestly are some dingos. (Australian readers, feel gratuitous to confirm or deny.)

Carolina dogs received national attending in the 1970's when an ecologist, Dr. I. Lehr Brisbin became curious almost them while doing studies in the Savannah River area of South Carolina. The dogs were living in an 310 square mile area managed past the Section of Energy which was closed to the public due to the production of nuclear materials. It is suspected that the remoteness of the surface area allowed the dogs to avoid inter-mixing with other types of dogs and thus retain their more "aboriginal" genetics. (But question: What nigh all those years before the area was closed? Why wouldn't the dogs accept bred with more than dogs of European breeding? Obviously not, and probably because the expanse is basically swamp, and thus is truly isolated.) Brisbin showtime assumed the dogs were "simply strays," only did some investigating and began to realize that the dogs more than resembled Dingos than the usual American gratis-ranging canis familiaris.

Afterward they were discovered to represent an aboriginal breed, many of the dogs were captured and a captive breeding program was begun. Carolina dogs are at present a registered brood of the United Kennel Social club and the American Rare Breed Association.

All of this brings up a number of questions, I've listed the easiest (and silliest) 1 first:

Was "Old Yeller" a Carolina Dog? Old Yeller is still one of my favorite books in the unabridged world, although I likewise even so tin can't read it without turning into a puddle. If you oasis't read it you are in for a treat; it is a beautifully written volume. It never occurred to me while reading it that the domestic dog in the book could have been a Carolina Canis familiaris, just at present I notice myself wondering… After all, some sources say that Carolina dogs were chosen "yaller dogs" by the locals. (Question to South Carolina readers: Does "yaller dog" just translate to "yellow dogs?") The descriptions of Old Yeller seem to fit the descriptions of Carolina dogs (loyal but likewise independent, good with children simply avid hunters, etc.). I'll have to go back and dig out my onetime copy.

What is information technology similar to live with a Carolina Dog, or any other "non-domesticated" breed of domestic dog, like New Guinea Singing Dogs or Basenjis? Keep in mind that I have some feel with these breeds, and have good friends who own them. Thus, I have my own opinions, but I'll wait to hear from readers before chiming in.

Unique Bathroom Behavior? I called Brisbin concluding week afterwards reading almost the study on the genetics of "American" dogs, and found that, according to him, Carolina dogs exhibit two unique behaviors that are equally distinctive as any structure or morphology. For one affair, 98% of the females create "snout pits," or depressions in the sand formed exactly as ane would predict based on the name. Plain this only occurs between September and January, and appears to exist related to nutrition, perchance driven by pregnancy (the pups usually are born in Apr). The females seem to be ingesting something at the bottom of some of the pits, suggesting a nutritional component. Brisbin has looked and hasn't plant whatever evidence of the dogs eating insects or any other animals, and so perhaps the dogs are finding minerals in sure deposits of sand. Simply speculating… Anyone else have a dog who does the aforementioned? I have a video of an Aussie who makes "snow pits" with his snout. It's outrageously funny to watch and probably related to scent, but otherwise inexplicable to the mind of apes like us, just I've never seen "snout pits".

The second behavior that I find especially interesting is that all Carolina dogs coffin their feces by covering them with sand. The beliefs is highly ritualized; the dogs circle the pile of feces and and as they do, push sand on elevation of it with their noses. We've all seen plenty of dogs defecate and and so scratch the soil, sometimes resulting in a partially cached pile, but this is very different, in that the dogs utilise their noses in a perfect circle and work hard to cover the pile completely. My Border Collie, Lassie used to coffin food on occasion: she'd rip up grass, place it carefully on peak of a piece of kibble, and then tamp it downwardly with her olfactory organ. She'd echo this until the object was completely covered. But that was food, non feces, and I tin't remember hearing about dogs who cached their poop using their noses until at present. Brisbin says the but other dogs who comprehend their carrion with sand or dirt pushed upward past their noses are Afghans and Basenjis. And so I inquire yous: have you had or seen a dog who covered its carrion past using its nose to push sand or clay over it? If and then, do you know the genetic groundwork of the dog? I'd love to hear more than about this. (This is another 1 of those "Anyone looking for a PhD topic" questions, just fyi.)

Needless to say, dogs like Carolina dogs, who appear to exist ancient breeds, bring upwards a host of issues. I expect frontwards to hearing from you about the questions posed…

MEANWHILE, back on the farm: You gotta love living in the state. Where else do you get to rescue a 900 lb cow off of the highway, and bring her back to the subcontract for an overnight under the apple tree tree?  Meet Louise:

I met Louise on the county highway well-nigh a one-half a mile from my house, after someone stopped at the farm and asked if that was my cow on the road. "Nope, don't have any cows," I said, and went dorsum to trying to wash the pig sh– off of Willie. (I do apologize, but the slimy feces of pigs, once smeared all over your dog, can but be described as pig sh–. Calling information technology poop or carrion doesn't begin to give it the power it deserves.) But I digress, that's another story.

A second car stopped and said there is a moo-cow right in the eye of the road, was it mine? Oh dearest, no, simply apparently it was continuing right on top of a steep hill on a blind curve–a serious, if non fatal, accident waiting to happen. While the visitor (thank you Becky, wherever you are!) went to enquire other neighbors if they'd lost a 900 lb animal, I collection up, parked and made friends with the cow, who turned out to be the lovely Brown Swiss you see in the photo. We began a delightful chat and began to stroll together along the road toward my farm. (And I always idea my ability to moo like a cow was a useless skill. Oh ye of little faith.) Miss Swiss allowed me to walk beside her, so I flagged down cars to tedious them down every bit she ripped great mouthfuls of grass at road'southward edge. Miss Swiss had a leather collar and a bell, but I was quite certain that if I tried to restrain her she'd try to commodities. My ability to stop an animal that size by a collar being cypher, I felt information technology wiser to finesse the issue and go along our mutual conversation. Several times she began to veer into the route, merely I was able to herd her back and tedious whatsoever approaching cars.

All the same, once we got to my farm Miss Swiss took one look at the grass in my front yard and bolted beyond the road. If you've never worked with cows, you might imagine that they are slow and lumber-y. Not so, they are as fast every bit the air current when they want to be, but luckily I saw it coming and was able to tiresome the approaching car. By then Becky had returned and another expert country samaritan stopped his truck and the three of us herded her behind the barn and through a gate into my chief pasture. While the sheep watched in a state of stupor, Miss Swiss ambled up through the wood and parked herself under an apple tree at the summit of the hill above the business firm. That's where I took this photograph, right before returning to the house to beginning trying to find her owner. Willie was left to sit happily in his crate stinking to high heaven.

Many phone calls after, I located the number of the only farmer any of us knew with Brown Swiss, who said, yeah, he had a cow with a collar and a bell. His farm was a long fashion abroad, but cows can cover ground pretty fast, so it seemed a possibility. He was able to come over a few hours afterwards and hiked up the colina with me to merits her. "Uh oh," he said, "that'southward not my cow," Argh, seriously? I should be articulate here that 1) Miss Swiss being in the pasture meant that neither the sheep nor Willie could be there either and two) I was concerned she'd have plenty to swallow because the lack of pelting has left the pasture bereft of grass and 3) I live in the kind of area where everyone knows anybody else and NO ONE could imagine where else this cow could take come from. Lots of Angus cows, yes. Lots of Herefords, and Holsteins, but Dark-brown Swiss? "But wait!" said my new farmer friend as he was about to get out, "I'll bet I know who owns her."

And aye, he did. It turns out that Miss Swiss is actually named Louise, and had been brought a few days ago to a pasture not far from my farm, which didn't turn out to have acceptable fencing. Louise'due south owner came to take her home the side by side morning, and we loaded her up out of the barn while my sheep and Willie watched on the other side of the debate with optics similar platters. I'g glad she'southward habitation, and I'm glad that I take my pasture dorsum, but… Truth be known, at present I sort of miss her. She really is a lovely, lovely moo-cow.

And oh yeah, 2 baths later, Willie yet stinks.

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