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A while back on our Facebook page (which you should ‘like’ for occasional updates that don’t usually overlap with blog content), I reposted a link to a BBC story about a loyal dog in China who would not leave his dead master’s grave.
Cynically, I commented that the only reason the BBC considered this “news” was because it came out of China. That is, it’s no surprise to anyone who knows dogs that they express something we might describe as loyalty. For the BBC, with its typical anti-China’r reportage (sometimes warranted, sometimes mere ideological reflex), this account was rather anomalous for the sheer fact that the Chinese villagers are represented as being sympathetic to the dog’s plight. The BBC story concludes noting that the villagers were moved to continue feeding the dog, and had planned to erect a shelter for him.

"Dahuang stood guard at his owner's grave for 7 or 8 days." (Source: http://news.bandao.cn/news_html/201111/20111126/news_20111126_1716219.shtml)
I wanted to square this against a report from Chinese photojournalist Wang Meng (王猛), who posted a slightly different story a few days after the BBC for Bandao News. According to Wang, the original owner, a 68-year-old single man, had passed from illness on November 11th. As it turns out, he had left behind two dogs — Dahuang (大黃 or “Big Yellow”) and Xiaohuang (小黃 “Little Yellow”). Xiaohuang was discovered on the 16th, having starved to death in the absence of the old man.
Dahuang, the dog originally featured in the English report, had disappeared for a while, but reappeared after the old man’s burial to linger at his grave and keep guard over the now-empty house.

"After the owner passed away, only Dahuang remained to guard the junked courtyard." (Source: same as above)
Wang noted that around November 19th, Dahuang had ducked back home with a lame leg and a bloodied muzzle, and showed no further inclination of wanting to venture out of the house. At the time of the writing, he was refusing food, even offerings of sausage ham from the reporter. Villagers feared that he had resolved to commit suicide by starvation, as they had ruled the cause of Xiaohuang’s death.
Given this chronology, I’m not sure when the “seven days” fast referenced in the BBC story took place. I’m also less impressed by how the dog’s plight was enfolded into a romantic story of everlasting loyalty beyond the grave to a dead master.

"Now, Dahuang has been eating less and less, and everyone is worried that he will also commit suicide." (Photo: Wang Meng)
Here’s the thing about most stories about loyal dogs. Someone always has to die for such loyalty to find its fullest expression. Part of this is sad reality. Life ends, and life goes on; there is nothing new under the sun. But the way that death is framed, and where the narration is truncated, often reveals less about valor itself, but how we measure such stoicism. When we talk about loyal dogs, we look for emotional servitude that exceeds a lifetime to affirm that our mortality matters at all. The figure of the dog that pines after a dead master is readily absorbed into a human-centric conception of the world at the expense of the animal’s autonomy. A similar hierarchical ordering of nature propels stories of noble animals that “sacrifice” their own lives to preserve another human’s.
What I’m saying is that there is room for us to be moved less by death, but by the every day living relationship between humans and animals. I wish I had known more about Old Pan, the man who lived unwed and childless in that decrepit hovel with two constant canine companions for four or five years. Certainly he knew every day how special his dogs were, and his ghost — if there are such things — must find it horribly ironic that their lives only became significant because of the circumstances resulting from his death.
Anyway, the last that I read of Dahuang the loyal dog was a follow-up posted on December 1st. When word got out about his plight, one reader was moved not by the fairytale future fabricated by the BBC report, but by the report of his injuries and his lack of immediate shelter. On November 28th, a woman, surnamed Yue 岳, drove out to find him with an entourage of eight other people. They captured Dahuang by luring him onto a soft kennel mat, wrapped him up, and then drove him back to their home.

Source: Wang Meng, http://news.bandao.cn/news_html/201112/20111201/news_20111201_1722526.shtml
Over the course of several days, Miss Yue had been trying to win him over with food, treats, and conversation. There’s something extremely rich about this last detail to me: According to the article, she stayed up the first night talking to Dahuang until 3 AM. She explained that Old Pan was dead, she was his new caretaker, and she didn’t want him to starve himself. And as if he understood, he got up and swallowed the chicken eggs she offered.
Who’s going to tell her that her words didn’t matter? As far as she’s concerned, they both passed some test of inter-species communication by giving him a reason to keep on living — never mind all who would claim reason as the privileged domain of humans.
Once Dahuang regains his strength and he’s acclimated to the new environment, Miss Yue intends to get him vaccinated. She is dog-experienced, and calls herself a dog lover. Even the local veterinarian has vouched for her in the article, assuring the reporter that Dahuang will have a permanent, stable home. She intends to rename him Chengcheng 诚诚, honesty and sincerity, to honor his virtues.
So obviously, these stories of loyal dogs are not without inspirational value. But I think it’s worth stepping back and asking why these stories endure so persistently, with such modularity, across so many cultures.
I certainly don’t have a universal answer.
It’s something I’ll have to think about some more. Indeed, there’s no shortage of opportunities to revisit the theme.
To conclude, I’m reaching far back in the past to append an excerpt from Gan Bao’s Sou shen ji [搜神紀], a set of “anomalous” historical accounts compiled in the 4th century CE. This early anecdote suggests a premodern lineage to this idea of a dog’s faithful nature that long preceded contemporary media accounts. The following is translated by Kenneth DeWoskin and J.I. Crump, Jr., from their collection In Search of the Supernatural: the Written Record (Stanford: Stanford University Press, 1996) p. 241. I’ve changed their Romanization to pinyin where applicable, for ease of reading.
Li Xinchun came from Ji’nan in Xiang-yang in the days of Sun Chuan. His family owned a dog named Black Dragon, which Xinchun loved deeply. Walking or seated, they were always together, and the man shared everything he ate or drank with that dog.
One day Xinchun had been drinking at a tavern outside the city walls and had become so drunk he could not make it home. He lay down and slept in a field of dense grass.
Now, it happened that the Grand Protector was on a hunt in the area, and seeing how dense the grass was in the field, he dispatched a man to set it afire and burn the cover off. Xinchun’s grass bed was downwind of the flames. Black Dragon saw the fire coming and seized his master’s clothes, but Xinchun did not move.
Near where his master slept ran a small stream — perhaps thirty or forty paces away. The dog raced over to it and jumped in the water to wet his coat. He returned and rolled all about near Xinchun’s bed, thoroughly wetting down the grass. The dog so exhausted [himself] spreading the water everywhere that he finally dropped dead beside [his] master.
Suddenly Xinchun awoke and saw the dog dead beside him with [his] coat soaked. He was astonished, but seeing the wet grass all about him, he understood in a flash what had happened and burst into tears.
These events found their way to the ear of the commandery’s Grand Protector who felt sympathy and compassion for the dog. “A dog’s willingness to show gratitude far surpasses man’s,” said he. “Men are no match for the dog when it comes to faithfulness.” He then ordered that the dog be buried properly shrouded and in a wooden coffin enclosed within a brick vault. To this day there stands in Ji’nan the Tumulus of the Faithful Dog, and it is many rods in height.
I am intrigued that this is a more active representation of canine loyalty, perhaps ridiculously so. But even though the dog is granted a bit more agency in this tale, the final burden of recognition is on the human who commemorates the dog’s sacrifice.
I find these stories fascinating. Thank you for sharing your thoughtful commentary on them.
It brings to mind two things –
1. the most depressing episode of Futurama ever, where we discover Fry’s 20th C story and find he has a dog that stayed at his post outside a pizza shops long after Fry is frozen (to be unfrozen in 3000 something where the majority of the show occurs). I, a definite non-dog person (I’ve mentioned this, but I’m a *specific* dog person. I am also not a *people* person, but a *specific* people person) cry huge gasping sobs every time I see this episode and actually try an avoid it. It’s somewhat resolved in the first post-FOX/syndicated movie (Bendr’s End Game) as and given a more upbeat end to the dog as a “bone” I think to viewers who just couldn’t handle such a story. I’ll have to look up the episode name and info but I’m sure it’s easily enough found.
2. People will joke pointedly that cats do not do the same with their owners, that they would eat them, not mourn them, but again, these are not *cat* owners. Sure any animal closed up with a dead body has the potential to use the body as food source, dogs included. These people haven’t ever notice the fact that cats will seemingly not move from where they left them before they go to work, or notice their distress when they pack (cats in suitcases aren’t always just cats being cute. Elektra gets seriously distressed and if we’re not very mindful of her when one is gone she will puke *everywhere*. In 2009 when I went for 3 weeks to Vienna to stay with Kyle she was inconsolable. Upon return she had barely eaten, slept only in my spot on the bed (as she does when I’m in Oklahoma) puked EVWRYWHERE, and did nothing but bite me and cry for weeks.) Cats are just as “loyal” (if we interpret distress at change as Loyalty). They just show it in different ways. Elektra car at the door every morning that Kyle leaves for work. We’re lucky she doesn’t poop in the bed as a sign of her distress.
forgive the typos. on my phone.
I just find category of ‘loyalty’ dubious, you know? Like measuring the value of a person on how well they scrape bark off a tree with their teeth, or something just as arbitrary. But as you point out, there is some kind of mutual bond there. Maybe we just need another way to describe it.
And I’ve also been collecting stories about pets that eat their owners. There are a surprising number of such tales, too.
I think my ghost would be proud of the Bows if they allowed themselves to eat my corpse for the sake of survival (assuming I had died for some unrelated reason — maybe a roofbeam falls on my head in an earthquake and the dogs are trapped inside the house unable to get out for days). Sadly, I think that would lower their chances for adoption after the fact…
I am always skeptical of these kind of stories because sooner or later they are proven false, even after so many decades, or that there’s another underlying motivation that doesn’t streamline with human’s fantasies.
I have no doubt that animals, dogs for sure, have emotional lives, and that they mourn in some capacity. But calling their habits ‘faithfulness’ burdens their behavior with such heavy morality, it seems to prevent us from seeing them and understanding what they do as dogs.
I have to admit, I love the idea that something can love us, a flawed and vain species, so entirely that even after we part this life they mourn us and remain loyal.
However, now working in animal welfare for a few years, I understand the tenacity and endurance of the canine more than I ever have. I don’t think it so unbelievable or remarkable that a dog could outlive and outsurvive a human. Perhaps it appears like loyalty because the dog, even when given freedom, chooses to stay vigilant over a certain area… but I’m not sure they have such strong ties to a human that they’d commit suicide if we left them. In that vein, many shelter dogs would die daily from not eating, you know? Eh.
But at the same time, i’d like to think that all the love, respect and trust I’ve shown to my dogs would count for something down the road…
I’m rambling at this point because your post was SO good I’m trying to organize my thoughts!!
I am sure that many dogs have deep memories.
If there were pleasurable times, or traumatic experiences, I think they will occasionally be revisited in dreams.
But they are not repositories for OUR memories, you know? They have their own. And sometimes, human descriptors for how they choose to act on their memories is just… insufficient.
Part of me is really turned off by all that is expected in the name of “loyalty” and “faithfulness.”
Gratitude still seems like a fair term though.
Excellent post, food for thoughts. Also really enjoyed the piece about 搜神紀!
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