Beautiful creatures, aren't they? And the similarity to modern canines is obvious.
But then I think of Luke the Wonder Dog and I have to ask myself, what happened?
Poor little dude.
I've seen National Geographic programs where they show majestic, powerful wolves in the wild, hunting for food, "survival of the fittest" and all that.
Luke, on the other hand, insists that his food be served in a silver (stainless steel) bowl and placed on the exact same type of placemat we eat off of. (I'm just waiting for him to start demanding Grey Poupon.)
Some dogs you know you can count on to be your family's first line of defense.
I'm sure that if Luke's bark doesn't intimidate and say, "One more step and you'll have to deal with ME", his peeing all over their shoes would.
But on the other hand, you'll never have a more loyal friend. And he doesn't eat much. And he doesn't....umm....poop much. And I think he likes watching football and rugby. And if any field mice from across the street were ever to invade our building, I'm sure he'd take 'em out. All-in-all I'd have to say he's grown on me (pardon the pun). He's actually a pretty fine dog. I like him. And besides....
I owe him one. (Two, actually :)