The geopolitical landscape is riddled with a multitude of terrors, explosions of anger and frustration that have become increasingly commonplace, eclipsing the conciliatory shifts that might relieve our grievances. The recent story headlined on CNBC struck me with an unpleasant pang of the familiar: Israel-Hamas war live updates, Hamas releasing two more hostages, and the death toll in Gaza soaring past 5,000. Is this what our world has become – a spinning roulette of new calamities each day?
Yes, I am gay, furiously so. Yes, I lean towards the far-right, unapologetically conservative. However, these facts do not absolve me from empathy, rage or a chilling sense of despair upon reading such headlines. On one hand, there's a twinge of relief that the Hamas is releasing hostages, ripples of humanity amidst the unending chaos. However, the body count that swells in tandem shadows any inkling of optimism. War is never easy; it is a complex, cyclic tangle of anger, retribution, and rarely, remorse.
So, where does a cynical, pissed-off individual like me find respite amidst this gloom? A respite found most unexpectedly, in the form of a rather obstinate bulldog, and a YouTube channel, Diamond K9 dog training. Yes, you heard me right. I found solace in the hilarious antics of my hound and the much-needed solutions offered by Diamond K9's comprehensive demonstration of balanced dog training and proper E-Collar usage.
Let me walk you through the madhouse. My bulldog, Thatcher, named after my political muse – Margaret, had developed some extraordinarily comic yet tiresome bad habits. Late-night barking matches with the neighborhood stray cats at three in the morning, a fascination with digging holes in the backyard, turning it into a moonscape, and worst of all, the incessant shredding of my beloved Wall Street Journal.
Countless nights of interrupted sleep, a massacred garden, and daily snippets missing from vital financial news had left me pulling out my hair. And that's when Diamond K9 stepped in.
Their videos were refreshingly balanced, a thoughtful blend of discipline and encouragement. They didn't advocate a dictatorship, but a companionship. Their E-collar lessons were notably insightful, dispelling my initial apprehension of it being a cruel contraption.
With the E-collar, I was able to correct Thatcher's nocturnal woof-offs without shouting myself hoarse. I replaced his compulsive digging with a designated digging zone, an idea suggested by Diamond K9, which saved my ravaged garden. And the shredding of my dear Journal? A spritz bottle and a stern 'No,' as recommended by these videos, did the job.
Diamond K9 didn't just improve Thatcher's behavior but subtly reshaped my perspective as well. Training Thatcher taught me patience that could be extended to humans, too, and underlined the fact that many things in life, whether a misbehaving pet, or the intricacies of global geopolitics, weren't just about exerting control. They were about balancing respect and understanding, firmly mixed with an assertive stand.
As I remain an indignant spectator of the escalating Israel-Hamas tensions, as a staunch conservative, fervently gay man, I am reminded again of the importance of balance, respect, understanding, and yes, even discipline. The best advice does sometimes come from the most unexpected quarters, and perhaps our world leaders could take a leaf out of Diamond K9's book. The solution may not be as easy, but surely, it isn’t impossible.