"God Made the
earth, the sky and the water, the moon and the sun. He made man and bird and
beast. But He didn't make the dog. He already had one." – Native American saying.
"Outside of a
dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog it's too dark to read." – Groucho Marx
Before I get
started on the story of our other 2012 Santa Fe Virgin of Guadalupe acquisition
I want to let you know that there is precedent for it.
Two years ago
we also celebrated Christmas with Monica, Bram and Cheyenne (daughter-in-law,
son and Greyhound grand-dog) at their home in the capitol city of New
Mexico. One of Bram’s gifts to Monica
was a book of photos of and essays about Greyhounds, within which we all
discovered the story of Saint Guinefort – a 13th Century member of that breed.
The faithful
hound belonged to a knight who lived in a castle near Lyon, France. One day the
nobleman went out hunting leaving his infant son to be babysat by (at that time
mere citizen) Guinefort. When the father returned he found the room covered in
blood, most notably surrounding the crib, and the child nowhere in sight. The
guilty-looking greyhound was sitting next to the child's bed with more blood on
his mouth.
Deciding that
the dog had killed and devoured his offspring the father immediately shot and
killed it with an arrow – and then discovered the baby safely hidden under a
cot. And nearby the freshly killed body
of a snake. Guinefort had heroically
saved the young scion’s life.
Overcome by
guilt the father interred the dog and planted a grove of trees around the grave
to honor it. Local villagers soon began making pilgrimages to the gravesite,
miraculous events happened, and "Saint Guinefort" became an object of
worship among the townspeople.
But the
Catholic Church never formally canonized the Greyhound. Etienne de Bourbon, an
Inquisitor, had the dog "disinterred and the sacred wood cut down and
burnt, along with the remains of the dog." Guinefort was declared a
heretic.
It didn't
work. Up until the 1940's pilgrims continued to visit the site, praying for the
protection of their children and nourishing their spirits.
And then there
is The Legend of the Dog-headed Saint Christopher – a member of the African
tribe Marmaritae, who were believed to be (among other things) dog-headed and
flesh eating. When Christopher saw how
much the early Christians were suffering he began to worship their God. He ultimately was given the power of human
speech and went on to preach his faith and suffered martyrdom.
While these
two dog saints may be extreme cases - Canis familiaris was and is highly
admired in many religions.
The
Physiologus, an early-medieval source of the late-medieval Bestiaries, praises
dogs for "having more understanding than any other beast". They are "are like preachers who by
warnings and by righteous living turn aside the ambushes of the Devil...As the
dog's tongue heals a wound by licking, so the wounds of sin are cleansed by the
instruction of the priest when they are laid bare in confession."
And in the
Lakota Sioux creation story First Man and First Woman are told by First Dog:
"’Take
my pups. You will raise them and call them Dog. They will be your guardians.
They will alert you to danger, keep you warm, guard your camp, and even lay
down their life to protect your life and the lives of your children. They will
be companions to you and all your generations, never leaving your side, as long
as Mankind shall survive. In return, you will share your food and the warmth of
your fire. You will treat my children with love and kindness, and tend them if
they become ill, just as if they were born from your own belly.’
"First Man and
First Woman agreed. ... Before she disappeared into the darkness, she turned and spoke once more to First Man,
‘My children will honor the pact for all generations. But if Man breaks
this pact, if you or your children's children deny even one Dog food,
warmth, a kind word or a merciful end, your generations will be plagued with
war, hunger, and disease, and so shall this remain until the pact is
honored again by all Mankind.’ With this, First Dog entered the night and
returned in spirit to the Creator."
And it
probably should be remembered that Mars and I were first introduced to the
Virgin of Guadalupe by an episode of the television series “Wishbone” in which
the eponymous leading actor – a Jack Russell Terrier – played the part of Juan
Diego, the indigenous Native American from Mexico who saw the apparition of
Christ’s mother in 1531. Now we seek out
and collect all things V.O.G..
The stage was
set. So when we both spotted the
greeting card with the message “In Guad We Trust” and the William Wegman-like
photo of a Weimaraner Virgin of Guadalupe at “The Flea” in the Santa Fe
Railyard – purchasing it was a no-brainer.
Sitting
stoically, this Weimaraner (“Paloma”)– who the photographer/sales person
eagerly told us, “loves to get dressed up” – is wearing a long purple scarf arranged
cowl-like over its head and shoulders.
Photoshopped around this central figure are the rays of light emanating
from its presence.
But it is the
face that gets me – particularly the eyes.
As a review of Wegman’s art in New York magazine describes them “A
Weimaraner’s eyes are a disturbing, otherworldly amber: They appear
transparent, but cannot be interpreted. They have a way of reflecting our gaze,
turning us back upon ourselves until we become the subject. The dog is the
viewer; we’re the show.”
Exactly what
a religious icon should do.
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