Recently I read a most interesting article about the ultimate number of humans in a group. It was an article about business organizations (all right, I’ll admit it: I was very bored at that moment and nothing else was around for reading or chewing upon). So I read the article – and afterwards chewed it. Anyway: it was kind of interesting. It stated that the ultimate number for a group of people, in an organization or any other group, is 50. With 50 humans know each other and feel related to each other. That makes their pack successful, because they feel responsible for the group as a whole.
I have been wondering about this. For 50 seems a very large pack to me. My pack of bandidos, the guys I hang out with when I am with my personal trainer Nicoline, is around 15. Which is a nice number, because we know each other thoroughly. Sometimes our pack extends a little, when we meet new dogs on the beach and we play with them. But it never exceeds to 50. Fifty dogs, that seems kind of a nightmare to me. Besides: it would never fit into Nicoline’s van!
I think it would be quite a sight, running with 50 dogs on the beach. A lot of humans and not-so-bold canines think it is already a bit unnerving when we storm at them with our pack of 15. Imagine what it would be like if there would be 50 of us…
So with humans it may be 50, but with dogs I think the ultimate group size is 15. I do not remember clearly how many of us where in the Greek shelter where I come from. I lived in the puppy quarters back then, and I don’t think we were with more than 15. We had great fun, that I can tell you! With 15 you can have fun. With 50 it becomes a bit crowded.
I just got home from a holiday with my personal trainer Nicoline and her pack of bandidos. It was good! It was a bit disappointing that M and P went on a holiday without me, again, but well. I have a positive attitude, I won’t hold it against them since they arranged a holiday for me as well. This time this was our pack, the core of it – it extends when Nicoline picks up some more bandidos. She is a dog walker too, you know. The gorgeous looking guy next to me is Boss, my favorite boyfriend.
I did not mind posing for the picture, but I did mind that we were sitting on a very nice doggy bed – the one I had picked as mine during this particular holiday. So when the photo shoot was over, I claimed it once again.
By the way: we did not travel in the usual dog walker van to the beach, but in a campervan, like I told you in my previous post. Of course I sat on the front seat, next to Nicoline, while all the rest of the pack had to sit behind us, on the floor. Nice.
As you probably know we have a campervan and it is my job to guard it. I do this with pleasure, like I guard our house and our cargobike and everything else that is mine. I do allow some dogs to sit next to me in my cargobike, like Hester and Zuid. But I do not like them to enter my house and certainly not my campervan. That is my territory.
So it was quite a shock to me to see what Nicoline, my personal trainer, is doing to her campervan. When we go out with our pack she drives us in her van, a real dog walker van with loads of space for all of us. She also has a campervan of her own and apparently she is using that to get the pack to the beach too! She send me this picture. It is a real nightmare for me to imagine this happening to my campervan. I sure do hope M won’t get any ideas when she sees this. I would never allow this to happen in my campervan!
Sometimes I muse about what I would have become if I would have remained a stray dog. I suspect I would have lived my life with a pack, working together to get our food. Like I see packs of wild dogs doing on tv (yes, I watch tv. Of course, I am a city dog!)
When I see these wild dogs roaming the streets, I notice that the members of the pack all have their own specialization. Some of them are like scouts: exploring the surroundings, finding the best opportunities for food. When they find something that is worth it, they let the other members of the pack know and together they start the chase. I am certain that in a wild pack of dogs I would be one of those scouts. My nose, eyes and ears are exceptional: I sense opportunities sooner than most dogs. Besides that I am very fast. I can start a hunt and let the others follow me, figuring out our tactics as we go.
When I am out with my friends, the bandidos, I am a scout. I see potentially dangerous dogs (in which case Boss is coming to assist me), yummy seafood or humans carrying sandwiches or other food that is of interest to me. But unlike the scouts in the wild packs I do not wait for the bandidos to follow me: I take the juicy bits before any of them arrives.
Is that selfish? No way. We are very well fed city dogs, we do not need the food to survive as a pack. At the end of the day we all go home to our loving humans, who fill our stomachs with yummy things. And then we watch tv together. Yeah, life is good. I am glad I did not remain a stray dog.
Thanks for the pic, Nicoline!
In my previous post I mentioned that I had a serious conversation with my friend, Jip. This is what it looked like:
Some of my friends who weren’t there when this happened ask me what this was all about. What were we saying? Well, it was something like this:
“You are a mean bitch!”
“You are a mean bitch!”
“Yes I am!”
“You are right, you are a mean bitch!”
“Ha! We both are mean bitches!”
“We are two mean bitches!”
“Okay. That’s settled, then.”
“Yes it is.”
“Let’s have some fun!”
And that is what we had, with the rest of our pack:
I am back! I had a wonderful holiday with Nicoline and her pack of bandidos. The holiday was all-inclusive: food, snacks, beverages, a cosy place to sleep, a full activity program and lots of friends – all arranged for me! Awesome.
We went to the beach for hours:
I made new friends:
And settled old grudges with old friends:
No, I am not kidding, we are truly friends! We just needed to talk something through. Thoroughly.
After that, we had great fun together.
It was a very nice holiday. But I am glad to be back home with M and P. I have time to blog again! I hope you all had a good beginning of the new year as well. For me, this must become a wonderful year, starting this way.
I find it amazing how silly humans can be. Some humans, I mean. Especially humans with bad mannered dogs. Where I live there are some areas where dogs are allowed to run off leash: the forest and the beach. In Holland everything is very orderly, there are designated areas and rules for everything. I don’t know why, but when you don’t comply you get a fine and that means less money to spend on dog cookies. Which, of course, is bad news. So M complies with these rules and I agree with her, concerning the cookie-consequence.
Anyway, we go to these dog-off-leash-zones a lot. And sometimes we meet bad mannered dogs there, running off leash too. When we are harassed by such a dog and our human tells the human with the bad mannered dog she doesn’t like that, she often gets the reply “this is an off leash zone, so my dog can do as he pleases”. Truly, that is the answer we get a lot. Amazing, isn’t it? As if an off-leash-zone means you can do anything you like! As if it is not their concern that other humans and dogs are being bothered by their dog.
I find this very strange. And very unwise, too, from the point of the bad mannered dog and his human. Humans usually end up in an argument when this happens, but we dogs don’t do arguments. We strike. Not the shy and polite dogs, they will hide behind their human. But dogs like me, we don’t accept it when another dog annoys us. Especially when I am with my friends, the bandidos. When a human is too lazy to discipline his mean dog, we will. We actually like doing it, so I hope we will meet one again soon.