The word 'God' is written in '___' 's because it is a word I am using loosely and is open to interpretation. The word 'Science' could easily replace the word 'god', re read it that way if you like. You are missing the point entirely by focussing on whatever you personally think of when you hear the word 'god'. Also, it was a comment in response to another comment that said "females are special creation of god", so the word 'god' was necessary in my response. Not much god there, you say? Clearly Not much intelligence in you, I say.
Did you actually READ the article? Or the comment, for that matter! Lol lol lol

Beautiful! Thanks for sharing. Very faith restoring to know there are other people in our world who speak the language of animals, of all animals (human included) that goes beyond mere words. Sometimes I think we humans forget, or un-learn, this language we all share, & I love how animals can reconnect us with that. Peace x

Tell me about it! It's hypographia, mate, you have no idea how much I need a translator like you !!

Lol, my fellawella doesn't like to go poop in his own garden, either. He's a German Shepherd, but I didn't go 'dog shopping' or anything. Our paths crossed at a point in my life whereby my spirit had 'given up'. I was staying on a friends floor - friend is not the right word, I was staying on another addicts floor, trying to complete my degree whilst returning every night to a world of chaos, a life hidden on the edges of society & forgotten about, a life that will do it's damnedest to take you & never let you go. I got so tired of fighting. And I felt it, I felt my spirit surrender; Then, this friend who's floor I was crashing on, decided they wanted to get a dog. "Whatever", I replied. They'd heard about this litter of pups and asked me to go with them to pick one. "I don't want to go. It's you that wants a puppy, I'm not coming" Them: "Oh come on..." Me: "no". Them: " go on, come with me, etc. etc." and I finally give in and go with them. When we get there, the pups were in a big outdoor kennel space, I tell my friend " go on then", but She wouldn't go in. She even said, " No, I'm too frightened" !! WTF?? I still think that to this day. Frightened... Of Puppies?? Anyway, she wouldn't go in, so I did.
It was a litter of 5, 2 male, 3 female. I got down & sat on my knees. The 3 girls moved cautiously round the back of me, sniffing me out. The first male came toward me first, head on, sniffed my hand as soon as I offered it and began to play. The second male closely followed the behaviour of the 1st male, so by now I have the 1st male sitting on my right knee, the 2nd male sitting on my left knee, 3 females still sniffing round behind me. "We'll take this one," I say, indicating the male on my right knee, knowing this to be the strongest of the litter. "That ones already taken." "Okay, I'll take this one, then." Indicating the pup on my left knee. On the left, the side of the heart... Okay. So now we're back 'home' again, and this 'friend' who wanted the dog, she didn't do what needs to be done. The dogs asking to go out, I would tell her, she would happily ignore it. Poor fella would've had to hold or poop in his own home, and, I simply couldn't live with that, couldn't watch what I considered to be cruelty by neglect. So I did what needed to be done. I trained, fed, socialised, walked, cared for this pup she had decided she wanted. Looking back, I see now it wasnt me taking care of him, it was he carrying me, my broken spirit; Looking back now I know the truth, and this is, I believe, the spiritual truth: this dog was sent to save my life. German Shepherds have been part of my families life since time immemorial, not that I knew that then when fellawella was a puppy. Amongst my earliest memories are some of me, aged 3 or 4, hanging off a great long haired shepherds mane. My grandfather owned these dogs, and he died when I was around 4 yrs old, so after that, there were no more dogs for a while. But my mother grew up with them& since living with fellawella my mother has shared some lovely stories about her childhood and her father, my grandfather, with me. You see, I believe fellawella was sent to me to save me, he literally saved my life. When he was about two, I developed seizures/epilepsy, and I knew I was going to die. Nobody was doing anything, doctors, 'friends', nobody cared and I'm taking these seizures every day and I thought to myself "I'm going to die here. I can't die here! If I die, the dog will be neglected!" So I took the dog and I walked. I went to my mothers home. She took us both in, witnessed me having non-stop seizures, took me to A&E and I finally recieved treatment for the epilepsy that is now under control. My point is, I would not have walked if it weren't for the dog, I would have stayed and died. The dogs life was worth saving, but not my own. And I firmly believe that this dog, (his name is fella Khan, but we call him fellawella) was sent to me from my mothers side of the family to save my life. And he found me. He saves me on a regular basis to this very day; I still suffer from epilepsy but fellawella can sense, somehow, a grand mal seizure coming on - he whines & paws at me, and at 1st I thought "what on earth is wrong, mate?" Then, after a while, I noticed the connection. Every time my dog behaves like that, I will be going down with a grand mal seizure. His warning gives me time to get myself to a safe place or call a friend to come over & watch me. Also, I experience small seizures which I refer to as 'absences', whereby I seem fully conscious but am not. I'm walking around on autopilot & have been ran over twice as a result (without my dog with me). If I experience an absence whilst out with the dog, he leads me, in a similar way to a guide dog for the blind would, except he physically pushes me away from the kerbside should I wander that way. When I 'come to' I find I am very confused and disorientated, i am not where I remember being, but I am closer to home. My dog guides me homeward, basically. I truly believe this dog was sent to save me, that I have some purpose on this earth or I wouldn't have been saved, and that he, fellawella, came to me from God to save me. He has brought me closer to my mother and my whole family history as well. And, you know as well as I, that if I were to go into all the ways my dog makes life that much sweeter, we'd be here all day! But that's the jist of The story. Apologies if its a long read - it isn't easy condensing a big story into a forum sized passage of text!
It made me happy that you said yes you'd like to hear my story, jenniebean. Sorry if I offended you with my statement about cat owners, I know in my heart they're not lazy, it was a stupid thing to say. And I like cats, too, and all animal life. Wishing you and yours all the very best of life & love, thank you xxx

At Last! An opinion based on Fact! Thank You!

Can't take it no more, my blunt sides got to come out: Cat lovers are simply Lazy, usually insecure people who want the benefits of animal companionship without having to put in any effort. Some of the comments I've read on here, "Dogs are so demanding" "Dogs take so much effort" Yes. Of Course they do; dogs, whilst having larger brains than cats, have a WORKING RELATIONSHIP with humans, created BY humans, so of course they're looking for that teamwork with humans. Man created Dog, then turns his back on his creation in pure ignorance of his own history. Now, I love ALL animals, but I like to see them in their natural environments (i.e. Not in a cage) and the fact is, that the Dogs natural environment is with the Human species. Our histories are intertwined and inseparable.

We are ALL a gift from, and of, 'God'. We used to think sex determination in mammals was fixed in utero, but geneticists have recently discovered that our sex must be actively maintained throughout life; in the male, when a gene called 'Dmrt1' is lost, male cells start to become female cells (i.e. testes become more like ovaries); in the female, when a gene called 'Foxl2' is lost, female cells start to become male cells (i.e ovaries become more like testes). Incredibly enlightening stuff, read the full article here: http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2011/07/110720142520.htm
Personally, I believe in One Energy, the Brahman & the Atman, and the rasa of EVERYTHING - from a flower to a fly to a man to a woman & everything over & in between - is from 'God'. Peace x

Dogs, of course! Know your human history; especially all you carnivores out there - humans created dog by forging a working relationship between themselves & the wolves that came close enough to camp (for warmth & food). Had we not made this amazing bond between ourselves and canis lupus, civilisation as we know it today would not exist. Without the relationship we humans built with dogs, evolution would have gone in a totally different direction; we would not have become settlers; it was impossible for humans alone to herd & round up a flock (of sheep or cattle for eg.) let alone watch over them all night. We only did this with dogs. And without such an evolutionary development, I should imagine we'd all be out there, scrawny as hell, pointing our blowdarts at squirrels for lunch. So, next time you walk into a supermarket to buy a pint of milk, remember the thanks you owe to our relationship with the dog. We owe no such debt to cats. Dogs are part of the fabric of our collective history, for that reason alone, Dogs! Dogs! DOGS!