The question, who really is man’s best friend is often answered in my opinion far too hasty with the monosyllable word ‘dog’. However hasty answers don’t always lead to correct results. Dogs run after their master or mistress -and here certain dependences to the detriment of the animal were already visible- for only one reason: The people have breed out the genetic knowledge for independent foraging without improving him on the other side to select the right product for them at the pet department of the supermarket available for purchase, this intelligence reduced furry four-legged friend has no choice but to wag the tail and hoping that his two-legged owner regularly fills his cup, which is then to be emptied in record time if possible.
Here we are clearly dealing with a depending relationship which merely serves to satisfy the ground level of Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs. Even a beaten dog returns to his master as long as his cup is filled with meat waste – which is newly added with vegetables and corn, that not a dog needs, but sooth the conscience of the dog owner, respectively of a holistic nutrition of the animal. The SM-scene may be reflected partly in it but live binding friendship is even there certainly defined differently.

The dog, this stupid mongrel, it is not so.
Other would say the cat is man’s best friend. This is such an absurd claim, everybody knows that these divas of wildlife have people as personnel only who may be terrorized freely.
No, the cat does not fit into this category at all.

I know about it, and people are not too happy to talk about that issue, but some people consider the common louse as best friend. Applies them as a faithful companion with fullfillable claims. But again, caution is advised. A friendship shouldn’t cause that one is socially driven into isolation. And tell your neighbours and friends your keeping the one or other louse as a pet.

The situation is similar with the also famed flea. Both animals suffer from an insufficient social acceptance, may even every single one be a magnificent creature with a just perfect character.

Man’s best friend is – the common Australian desert fly. Yup!
An even selflessly creature can’t be found all over the world a second time. It is constantly there for you, following without any complains even over long distances and supports you where it can.
In the vastness of a desert bathtubs, lakes and showers are hardly to be found instruments to satisfy the modern standards of physical hygiene. It’s not that someone would notice it, you’re there mostly all on your own, and predators like lions, hyenas or wolfs are here completely unknown and the wallabies as a vegetarian are not a serious threat.
Nevertheless, this condition is not suitable at all for a small Australian desert fly and it takes care with all its power, that the set standards are be respected. It could be, after all, that suddenly someone comes around the dune.

Following this unconditionally friendly devotion, it is even ready to give its own life just to ensure your clean yourself. Tell that to your cat.

So it crawls up cleaning solicitous one side of the nostril, just to crawl down on the other side again.

Inexperienced, mostly still very young cleaning flies, don’t have the necessary strength and so they get stuck in that what has accumulated in the nose. Or they get lost in the vast expenses of the deep throat, a place, which is completely unknown to them and they are frightened to death there.
The first one is found again when, fearing to have caught a cold, you blow your nose in the handkerchief, but then it is usually to late for our loyal friend.
The second one is often swallowed and finds its end in the darkness of the stomach.

Others assist in cleaning the eyes. Is there anything left in the eye after waking up, so the little Australian desert fly is not bad to remedy this situation.

Unfortunately, here the nihilistic-romantic declaration of love ” I could drown in your eyes” gets a radical-real turn. but even if it closes its compound eyes for the very last time, it knows it has given only out of friendship everything.

Especially zealous flies venture deep into the dark caverns of the ears, so far, that every single Q-tip would get dizzy. They explore a possible left/right passage through the head.

Critics say that would be impossible and assume that only a left/right passage is conceivable. And not always the avid fly on their discovery tour has already learnt how to walk backwards on 6 legs. So it tries to fly, which, if it takes longer, is rather a unpleasant noise for the owner of the ear. Eventually it manages its way back out again. Learning the hard way.

 

May I ask, where the world would be without those who tried it the other way around against all odds? Where would we be without the Flinders, Cooks, Stuarts and Sturts, Columbus and Magellans in the world, who started nameless to explore the unknown and are filling history books now?

Which name will our friendly fly have, that create the first crossing? Which expedition will win? A race like back in those days between Scott and Amundson is in full progress and certainly as groundbreaking as is was back in the cold December 1911.

So it is, the Australian desert fly, selfless it cleans and explores, keep you company at any time, supports you and gives orientation, respect and recognition

The Australian desert fly – the man’s best friend.