notes from
the MUCK . . .

How does your garden grow? With muck, muck and more muck! I spent much of today finishing the final muck box and then shifting muck from one box to the next. The first box, which the Big Lad is enthusiastically pointing out, has been rotting down for two years now and once we’d removed the top quarter of unrotted material, we found we’d hit the pay dirt.

Saturday, August 19, 2006

Chow Chow My Arse

I don't know how far the story of the "Maine Monster" has traveled outside of Maine itself, but its death and apparent identification has caused ripples this side of the pond and beyond.

If, like me, you hadn't heard of this beast, it scared the bejesus out of people in Maine for quite some time, and has been blamed for killing a Doberman and a rottweiler, hellish howls have been heard in woodlands, while one resident who spotted the creature a week before it bought the farm described it as a

"hybrid mutant of something... It was evil, evil looking. And it had a horrible stench I will never forget"

People had long speculated about what it may be, some thought it was a hyena, a wolf, African wild dog or even a mutation or extra terrestial being. Such wild imaginings seem to have been confounded by the bitter pill of reality however.

Officially, according to cryptozoologist and author Loren Coleman, it's a dog. A "chow chow, or a chow chow mix" to be precise.

A chow chow?

This is a chow chow:

This is the thing that was found:

Some similarity sure, but I'm not convinced on the old Chow Chow front. It may help to have actual DNA evidence. I definitely don't think it was a goat/sheep hybrid as some have suggested, and it's not a rodent. Either way, this looks like a friendly little thing, maybe a little wolfish, whose "rein of terror" has ended. Sadly, its remains were left to be picked apart by vultures and other scavengers so barely anything is left of this creature that had such a hold on the local psyche. One would have thought some kind of burial would've been appropiate, or at least preservation to conduct proper tests.

So there it is; hardly the stuff of nightmares, hardly a chow chow, and surely deserving of more respect and care.