|What happens when
peace and prosperity meet Terrorism in a New York City dog run? Do
we turn our backs and let the Beast of Terror rip out Peace and
Prosperity's throat, or do we step in and stop its threat before blood
flows? How does Complacency in the Dog Run relate to Iraq?
To North Korea? Find out in this example of Terrorism and
NYC Dog Runs.
5, 2003—Ground Zero Plus 511
The Beast of Terror Is Loose
In New York's Dog Runs
Editor, New York City Combat Correspondent News
GROUND ZERO, New York City, Feb. 5--The Beast
of Terror is stalking new territory in New York City. It has
found a new lair in the up-scale dog runs of Manhattan's posh West
Side. And, it would love to rip the throat out of Vigilance, and
shake it madly for the world to see who's really in charge.
Terriers are given as gifts by Tibetan monks, symbols of good luck
and prosperity. They were never "sold."
Terrorism came to light the other day when I was talking to a friend
of mine who recently purchased a Tibetan Terrier. The
Tibetan Terrier looks like it was designed by a Madison Avenue ad agency
specifically for fashion models to carry down the walkway. Its silken hair hangs
over its face in a design that only the finest coiffeur could produce,
and its Walt Disney "purity" appearance radiates its history as a
sacred animal raised exclusively for 2000 years by lamas in the monasteries of
Tibet. The dog's sole purpose is to bring prosperity and good luck to its owner.
Tibetan Terriers are considered "charm
bringers" and living four-leafed clovers. Historically, they've always
been given as gifts.
To sell one
was considered a violation of their sacred nature.
foreigner or dignitary was traveling through Tibet, a Tibetan Terrier
would be given to the party to safeguard their hazardous and
treacherous journey out of Tibet.
The loving canines have been given
nicknames such as "The Good Luck Dog," "Dog of Prosperity," or, "The
little people of Tibet." One doesn't own such a dog; one becomes
its caretaker, guarding it from the ills of the world.
Essentially, its caretaker becomes the Parent of Vigilance over the dog,
guarding it from the Beast of Terror who would love to rip out its
Reality smacks, however, especially in the
Big Apple. To own a
Tibetan Terrier in New York City foils the
principles of peace and prosperity of its Tibetan monastery legacy.
Dr. A.R.H. Grieg was responsible for the breed's
introduction to the West. She was given several dogs, the first by a
grateful patient, and by the Dalai Lama himself. She brought
the first one to England in 1927.
The Tibetan Terrier didn't enter the United
States until 1956. It was given as a gift to Patsy Murphy, by her
father. In 1957 Dr. Grieg sent others as gifts to Alice Murphy,
This brings us to my friend, whom I will call
Jimmy, some 37 years after the first "Dog of Prosperity" landed in
Jimmy purchased his Tibetan Terrier to bring him closer
to inner peace and inner prosperity. It was a gift from
him to him. He said he needed to learn to love a little
more, and the beauty of the Tibetan Terrier's nature and personality demands that
it be loved. Jimmy is middle aged, venturing forth on a
"second life." He's looking for all the "good" this time
Dalai Lama and his Tibetan
His work is laid out for him.
Owners of the Tibetans are their caretakers. Like the monks who
bred them thousands of years ago, Jimmy's job is to protect his beautiful creature from the ills of the
outside world. Whether he wants the role or not, it comes with
Some "caretakers" believe that "world
peace and prosperity" is pregnant
inside the soul of the dog, and, by attending to the dog's safety and
security, such a caretaker will become more in harmony with himself
and the world. In other words, what the dog has is contagious.
The "love" allegedly rubs off.
So, when my friend Jimmy takes his Tibetan
Terrier out for a walk on the streets of New York City, it's kind of
like throwing a fresh-born baby into a feeding frenzy of Great
White Sharks. In Manhattan there are over 853,000
dogs, lots of room for a Beast of Terror Canine to slip into the
Anyone who trudges the sidewalks of
Manhattan knows a little about city dogs. They range from great
snarling beasts being restrained by their owners so they don't chomp
chunks of flesh out of those who pass too close, to little naked mouse-like
owners constantly worry if someone will step on their pet and
reduce it to a bloody blotch.
Where I live, in the East Village, the
predominate dog-on-leash is not one designed to create love and
happiness and prosperity. No, it's quite the opposite.
It's the Pit Bull, an animal bred to lock its jaws on a throat and
chew until there isn't any life left in its victim. The animal's
name itself--Pit Bull--is synonymous with Saddam Hussein and Kim Jong
Moving uptown, toward either the East or
West Side (both face Central Park), the Pit Bull dissipates and is
replaced with more "loving" dogs of the ilk attributed to the Tibetan
Terrier--non-aggressive lap-type dogs whose nature is to lick you to
death.. Owners in the Upper West and East Side of the city
seem more concerned with appearances than personal protection.
They have evolved environmentally (and economically) from the madding
crowds. To them, a dog is not necessarily used as a
sidearm as is often the case in the East Village, Harlem or Washington
Dog run etiquette is, however, the same in all
areas. Peace is the guideline.
New York City, like most space-jammed major
cities, has little open spaces. Dogs are not encouraged or
allowed to romp on them. They are for humans who crawl over the
sidewalks or roadways
in search of a blade of green grass to remind them life exists beyond
the concrete jungle. They don't appreciate the smell of dog waste mixed into the grass
Ergo, the city is laced with dog runs.
They are small
fenced enclosures with double gates where apartment dwellers bring
their animals to exercise and commune with other dogs. It's a
sort of canine United Nations.
(For dog run information in the New York City area go to
costume contest and party in Tomkins Square Park dog run
Terror Dogs are not allowed.
Terror Dogs are not a breed.
Rather they are the result of poor parenting, bad management, and
Complacent ownership. A Terror Dog thinks the dog runs were built for
one purpose, to bring it a herd of other dogs it can beat up at
will, while its Complacent "guardian" stands by doing nothing.
Jimmy encountered such a Terror Dog the
But, before I tell you about it, let's
profile Jimmy. Jimmy spent his life as a general
contractor, running construction crews. The nature of
being a foreman with grunting, sweating hard-labor workers doesn't
smooth out one's personality. Such a profession can turn
one into a bastard rasper, with sharp rough edges designed to rip the
skin off anyone who isn't doing his or her job or is dragging the
project's completion by moving too slowly. So Jimmy
has what one might call a "hair trigger temper." It has been honed
from years of barking and growling like a Pit Bull at those who
respond only to the whip and crack of command.
Retired due to a work-related
disability, Jimmy is trying to sand off some of the rough edges of his
past. He dedicates himself daily to learning the art of serenity
so he doesn't fall back into the old habits of seeing everyone as the
nail, and his primary job as the "hammer."
His Tibetan Terrier purchase was
skillfully designed to help him learn to be a "loving caretaker." He
is taking the role seriously, protecting his pet as a monk might the
Dalai Lama's Tibetan Terrier.
This effort to be a force of calmness
in a tornado of human interaction is often like trying to mix oil and
water. Jimmy believes the dog has been his teacher, helping him
find peace and tranquility within his turbulence. His dog
is more than a pet, it is his living reminder that there are ways to
live life without violence, anger, rage and righteous and, in ultimate
Tibetan principles, indignation that the world is not spinning at
1,000 miles an hour around his axis.
Terriers bring prosperity worldwide
Not everyone who goes to a New York City dog
runs enters them as Jimmy does--intending to bring peace and joy to
the world. Some enter the dog runs with little or no concern for
"peace on earth." Some enter with the same Terroristic intents
as Saddam Hussein or Kim Jong Il might a room full of plutonium--eager
to take everything and leave nothing.
So the other day, Jimmy related, a woman
brought in two greyhounds to his local dog run. One
of them started to attack his Tibetan Terrier.
Jimmy, trying to restrain his tongue, kindly asked the lady to control
her dog. The lady told Jimmy the recalcitrant canine wasn't
hers, and had recently been adopted by a friend, and she was merely
taking it out as a favor with her dog.
In a few minutes, the greyhound attacked
Jimmy's "Dog of Prosperity" again, this time gnawing on its neck.
Jimmy again took heavy deep breaths, trying
to swallow his urge to scream and shout at the woman and attack her
dog in retaliation. But, as the Dalai Lama on a mission of peace, he again calmly approached the woman asking her
firmly but respectfully to leash the dog since she couldn't control
"Dogs are just dogs," the woman snarled
Now, Jimmy's serenity was in deep trouble.
Years of solving problems with the brass knuckles of his tongue, and,
if necessary, with his fists, boiled to the surface. He
stuffed the primal urges to humiliate the woman into taking the dog
out of the dog run.
Suddenly, the greyhound bounded toward
Jimmy's Terrier and commenced to maul it. As he had
previously, Jimmy chased the greyhound away. He spun angrily
toward the woman and in top construction manager rage shouted:
"Are you stupid, lady? Are you stupid? Control that dog or
I'll call the park ranger."
Jimmy doesn't like his Beast of
Terror to escape. But, it did. He shook with
anger, not out of Fear or Intimidation, but to control his muscles
from assaulting the dog's owner whom he considered a clear and present
danger to all. She was Osama bin Laden incarnate. Her dog
was a Terrorist.
Before he totally exploded, Jimmy grabbed his
dog and left the dog run. He retreated to the monastery of
serenity, to the streets. As he was waiting at the light
so he could cross the street, he felt someone behind him. He turned.
It was the woman with the two greyhounds.
Jimmy decided to assuage his anger
and resentment, and, in keeping with Tibetan principles of harmony,
chose to apologize to the woman for calling her "stupid."
As the apology escaped his mouth, the woman began to berate him again,
stirring once more Jimmy's riled Beast of Terror.
So much for good deeds, Jimmy thought,
fast-walking across the street and hoping to never see the woman or
her dogs again.
Greyhound with a Vigilant handler
When he related the story to
me a few hours later during a phone conversation, I laughed. "You
did good, Jimmy, you didn't hit her or kill her dog. There was
no bloodshed. You're growing, man. Look at what you
could have done but didn't. You are a Lama of peace and
I thought about what
Jimmy had undergone. Despite the rage and anger that he
felt, he didn't act on his emotions. He constrained his Beast of
Terror, not once, but at least four times.
Had the woman with the greyhounds been
able to look into a prism of Jimmy's personality and past behavior, she
would have fled from the dog run for her life after the first attack.
She had no idea what Jimmy could have done. But I did, because I
know Jimmy. And Jimmy does, because he is Jimmy. Jimmy
knows we all have a Beast of Terror and he is willing to be a Citizen of
I figured his restraint was in part
due to his caretaking role he has assumed with his Tibetan Terrier.
If one is to believe 2000 years of
history, his dog's genes have been passed on for two millenniums in an
attempt to salve the soul of the Beast of Terror. The
dog's love and the caretaker's love meet to neutralize the Beast of
Terror. Why else would the Dalai Lama have one?
Dalai Lama and
There are those who believe the
Tibetan Terrier is God incarnate, or Goodness incarnate. They
believe Vigilance was bred into the Tibetan Terrier so the monks who
become recipients of them can better control their own human
defects--manage their Pride, Anger, Lust, Envy, Gluttony, Greed and
Sloth--the seven faults of all humans so they might evolve above them.
Jimmy could have easily
purchased a Pit Bull and fed his Beast of Terror. But
something guided him to the Tibetan Terrier.
He purchased a Sentinel of
Vigilance, not a Beast of Terror.
He chose a canine whose
singular purpose in life is to teach him serenity, to bring to him
what it has brought the monks in Tibet for hundreds and hundreds of
years--the idea of selflessness over selfishness; the belief that
Courage can overpower Fear; that Conviction can muffle
Intimidation; that Right Actions can and will replace
A few weeks earlier he had
related a story to me about how his dog bolted into the street
and how he dashed out after it unconcerned about the roaring yellow
cabs rocketing in his direction, or the Mack trucks growling his way.
He scooped the frightened Tibetan Terrier out of harm's way and
returned her safely to the sidewalk on the other side of the street.
He told me how that was
different behavior for him these days. In the past, he said, he
probably would not have risked life and limb for any animal, but his
role as "guardian" overpowered his own concerns. He said he
didn't even think about himself when ran to get the dog.
That, to me, is the
ultimate sign of a Sentinel of Vigilance. He was more concerned
with the future of the Children's Children's Children's future than
his own. In this case, the dog was his child.
His actions were in stark contrast to the woman with greyhounds. She gave little
concern about her friend's dog who Terrorized other dogs and
threatened their welfare. Complacency ruled her.
I told Jimmy the woman really
was "stupid," and, to further the point, that she was "stupidly
She reminded me of Saddam
Hussein and Kim Jon Il. Both leaders have the duty to be
guardians of the children of their nations, but both don't seem to
care much about unleashing the Beast of Terror in their own dog runs,
or much about the safety and security of other dog runs.
Both leaders are also stupidly
selfish about power. They risk the lives of thousands,
perhaps millions, by acts of negligence against the future.
They serve not as guardians to the future, but as bandits who would
steal from the present to secure their own positions of power in the
future. Both leaders seek weaponry not to protect their
citizens, but to protect their castles of leadership. Both are
dictators who believe the dog run was designed for the Beast of
Terror, not for learning how to civilize relations between all the
The matrix of a New York City
dog run proves that species from all different varieties can coexist
if they are managed properly. You can go to a dog run and
see Pit Bulls playing with Tibetan Terriers, and Afghans playing with
American Bull Dogs, and Bichon Frise romping happily with Mexican
Chihuahuas, and Chinese Chongqing's happily chasing Guatemalan Bull
and Rumanian Sheepdogs leaping with Scottish Deerhounds.
and 'getting along'
Civilized integration exists in
a dog run by necessity.
Wild creatures can learn to
"get along," as long as their caretakers demand of them certain
considerations of coexistence with other breeds, and when such
caretakers are alert to halting any potential conflict before it
If the feral nature of dogs can
be tamed, it would seem the same wildness in human nature can be
brought under leash.
My friend Jimmy has found ways
to manage his Beast of Terror. The monks high atop the
Himalayan mountains also have. They found such management
in the heart of a dog.
As we look at Terrorism we must not
stop looking only at the Beast of Terror it represents. We must
Beyond the Beast of Terror is the Sentinel
of Vigilance. It is often buried so that we can only see the
fangs and claws and jaws of the Beast, and not the glowing brightness
of Vigilance which often grows below the surface.
Jimmy took the time to see through the woman's
stupidity and selfishness and realized that she had not bothered to
brush the scales of the Beast of Terror from her eyes, her mind or her
actions. She ignored his pleas to restrain the Beast of
Terror threatening his dog. Her neglect was a symbol of her
Complacency. He also knew if he could change, so could she.
He had restrained the Beast.
He had the Courage, Conviction and took the Right
Actions to warn the woman of her "stupid selfishness," and to let her
know her dog was a danger to the "children of the dog run." He
hoped his message sunk into her thick skull. He knew it had his.
Today, the United States is hovering over the dog
run in Iraq, telling Saddam Hussein to "leash his dogs of war."
The U.S. has sent bombers to Guam, to alert North Korea's Kim Jong Il
that even thought the U.S. might be engaging in war with Iraq, it will
still guard its flanks against the Terrorism of nuclear proliferation
in the Far East. It won't turn its back on the dog runs there.
In a sense, the U.S. is the "park ranger" that
Jimmy was going to call--the policeman of serenity for the dog parks
Many currently question the right of the U.S. to
position itself as the "guardian" of peace. These critics
of U.S. Vigilance Policy think we should wait until the greyhound rips
the throat out of the Tibetan Terrier before we react. They call
for a "smoking gun," suggesting that America should wait for the first
bullet to be fired or the first nuclear bomb to go off, or the first
biochemical weapon to foul the air before we commit to being "in
charge" of the world's Terror Dog Runs.
They ask us to forget we are guardians of
Freedom, Parents of Vigilance from all the dog runs of life, combined
and combed into one strand of people representing all cultures,
politics, religions, races, creeds who seek peace and prosperity for
all, just as Tibetan monks seek it. Only we are willing to
fight for it, to spill our blood to insure its preservation.
The dog runs of life need to be policed from
Terrorism. They need to have Tibetan Terriers as well as Pit
Bulls learning to mix with one another. And, when one
threatens the security of the dog run, someone needs to stand up and
stop the danger from growing into disaster.
to tell the other they are "stupid" for allowing
a dog to attack another dog. Someone needs to call
the park ranger if the "weapons of mass destruction,"
the fangs of the feral dog, aren't muzzled
So, hail the Tibetan Terrier.
Let us all be its guardian,
for it is the Dog of Vigilance.
And let it bring us Good
Luck and Prosperity on the journey to Vigilance.
Feb 4.--Is The Beast Of Terror Worth
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