"Call Of The Wild," author Jack London's masterpiece published in 1903, takes place during the Klondike Gold Rush, when the protoganist, Buck, a Saint Bernard shepherd dog is kidnapped and sold to sled owners. Gold being what it is, sled owners needed a lot of dog power to pull sleds full of the stuff.
The story unfolds as the handsome Buck lives the travails of a sled dog, through several masters who alternately beat, or coddle or simply neglect him, and then is rescued by a kindly man who treats him with love and care which brings Buck back to a state of mind whereby he can begin to throw off the pain he has endured through his capitivity, and then, darn, yaheet Indians kill his master, and then Buck has to kill the yaheets and then Buck realizes the only person who ever cared for him and rubbed his ears real nice isn't coming back and says, "What the heck, may as well go back to the wild." Or something like a dog would say which would sound like,"Awwww wooof wooof wee woof darn."
Anyway, Buck hooks up with a stray wolf he happens to meet at a feed for stray and abandoned streetpuppies, they are both caught trying to steal the last of the food from the other streetpuppies and banned from the feed, so naturally, they bond quickly, and at the urging of the stray wolf, they go off together to probably wreak havoc for the rest of what would likely be a rather short life span when you're in the wild and either chasing or being chased by the yaheets.
Ok. We're getting to what this has to do with streetpuppies and homeless nation.
In homeless nation, which is pretty much like being in the wild, there are a lot of abandoned and stray streetpuppies. And a lot of stray wolves, In homeless nation we call them Road Dawgs.
Road Dawgs have been out in the wild for a long time. They know every con, every shortcut, every trick to keep the clock ticking forward. There's no way back for Road Dawgs. And most of them are here in homeless nation on purpose, hiding from something deep and dark outside.
Streetpuppies like Buck, come to homeless nation for reasons other than getting lost while heading down to the neighborhood store for a pack of cigarettes. They come here because something awful happened in their lives, like when Buck was kidnapped. Only, when you come to homeless nation it usually means like, your house was kidnapped or your job was kidnapped or your wife was kidnapped by your best friend and took all the furniture with her or something. You get the picture. your life went off the rails.
Sometimes, the Bucks will hook up with street puppies in homeless nation who can help them get back on their feet, and nurture them with love and care and rubbing their ears real nice and giving them stuff.
And sometimes not.
The Road Dawgs are on the lookout for streetpuppies like the handsome and charming Buck.
They need them. They use them as bait to reel in street puppies they can rob, and cheat and extort and bully and even kill if necessary in order to achieve what they want.
Which is usually enough money to buy the next rock (that's crack for all of you straight people) or pills or booze. Whatever keeps them high enough to keep on livin' the life of the wild. The only life they know. They will never know another life. They have been out in the wild too long. They cannot be domesticated.
No responsibilities, no conscience, no mercy for street puppies.
What a street puppy has worked for to get out of homeless nation, the Road Dawg will take, and he will use Buck as the bait to do it. Even if it means that Buck will have to hurt other people.
Even if it means that Buck will eventually die in capitivity, And will probably die of a condition brought on by a broken heart due to the lack of love and care he was once used to.
Fortunately, there are more street puppies than road dawgs in homeless nation.
They will keep on keeping on, and work hard to return to a life outside this place.
And if they manage to stay out of the way of the road dawgs, they will make it.
Unfortunately, in homeless nation, the Bucks will continue to be kidnapped by the road dawgs and used to extort and steal and cheat in order to obtain enough money, and rock and pills and booze to keep the road dawgs livin' the wild life.
No responsibilities. No conscience. No mercy for street puppies.
If you're in homeless nation. Avoid the packs of road dawgs at all costs. They will block your way out.
Stick with the street puppies.
We may not seem to have as much fun as the road dawgs, but at least we're on our way out of homeless nation, we'll make it out alive and well, and we don't stink up the place while we're here.
Sounds like an allegory born of observation and more direct experience. May God protect and guide the street puppies.
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