Snoop Doggy Blog

On a walk through our small-city neighborhood, my dog does the typical dog behaviors of bolting after squirrels, rabbits, and birds.  He can catch up to a squirrel out in the open, but the most frequent outcome is that he "marks" the tree that the squirrel just climbs.  He of course appears mystified when the birds leave the ground without the help of a tree.  When we are not working as a team to restrain his chasing urges, he is busy with another typical canine behavior:  investigating smells.  He follows smells sometimes to track "prey" or sometimes to follow the trail of another dog that walked by, looking for the places he needs to overmark any marks by other dogs on "his" street.  Sometimes he is tracking a smell of something he may want to nibble on.
    As if I wasn't already projecting enough intentions onto his instinctive behavior, it's tempting to think that some of his sniffing is simply curious.  I am more likely to be projecting my intentions onto him because when I walk him on our one long street, if I have a choice between boredom, annoyance, impatience, nature appreciation, distraction, entertainment, and other activities and states of mind, I sometimes choose:  curiosity.
     Now when humans walk up and down a street feeling curious, the result feels like snooping.  If I look at what's in the recycle bin, or my eye catches an open window or notices what cars are in the driveway or what has changed about a house or yard, I am mentally prying into someone else's life, or at least the part of the life that shows on the exterior of a house.  Once I catch myself curious about the lives behind these outward signs, I find myself self-conscious, trying to keep my gaze on the most impersonal part of the scene (the sidewalk... but then why do some people edge the grass meticulously and other people let it grow more wild over the sidewalk and in the cracks...).  In this kind of neighborhood, like most perhaps, almost everything in the environment is shaped by human choices, and even any part that is growing free is still shaped by current or past choices.  I can enjoy the forces of nature on some days, but on these days of snooping, I'm noticing that nature grows and moves with the influence of human gardeners, farmers, builders. The last pre-development tree on our block collapsed in a storm a couple of years ago, so it's now a street of the oaks planted when the houses were built, plus the various trees planted since then.
     My dog, recapturing my attention by darting or needing me to pull out a cleanup bag, is himself one of those forces of nature growing in a human-designed world.  On my curious/snooping days, I can track the signs left by my human neighbors as my dog follows scents.  On another day's walk, I can go back to noticing what humans don't control, like: the growth of some of those acorns into new trees that may someday fall onto someone's mailbox, or the tendency of grass to grow back over those sidewalks.