In the book, Call of the Wild, written by Jack London, a character in my book who happens to be a dog, Buck, who goes through some conflicts in which he tries to resolve. Some conflicts such as, continually being moved from owner to owner, getting beaten or whipped, having a loved-one pass away, and meeting some other ‘not-so-nice’ dogs. Being a dog, there isn’t much you can do for yourself, but there are ways that Buck seemed to resolve the conflicts that then had not yet been resolved.
Nobody likes to be sold, and put into uncomfortable cages being transferred to some other area. This becomes so frequent for Buck that there was really no other way to cope to it rather than, to adapt to the circumstances he was being put into. Buck learned and experienced what snow was, something he had not yet experienced, but then had experienced the cloud-like substance that was somehow wet, and slowly melted to water upon warmth and time. Apart from living in new habitats, the people weren’t exactly the most friendly that buck had encountered in all his life.
Within moving, and experiencing new ideas, weather, and of course, to his discomfort, people. Buck was not very pleased, or fond of the people and owners he was stuck with (unless it were Thornton). If anything, he would rather, rip their flesh apart and call them a-done for, but then he would have been stuck with someone, maybe a bit more meaner than the last, and for Buck, that was the last thing he would wish for. Anyway, these men that Buck were stuck with were cruel, especially with their ‘handy-dandy’ clubs they carry with them at all times, in case something worth lashing at came across. Not only was he ‘clubbed-at’ and beaten, he was also forced to do the hectic work of a sled-dog, which he apparently was not very fond of doing, but he just had to do it.
It was not just the people he were stuck with that drove him crazy, it was also the dogs he was stuck with. One of the leaders was Spitz, the...