Emotional GPS, Part II.

How Do Lost Dogs Find Their Way Home?

This article was originally posted on my blog at PsychologyToday.com.

Cell Phones and the Need for Connection

Whenever I pass someone talking on a cell phone, I usually hear one of two things: “Where are you?” or “I’m [at such-and-such a location].”

True, these conversations may go on to other topics, but that’s how most of them start. That’s why it becomes clearer to me each day that human beings have a deep biological need to feel connected to one another. I think dogs are the same way. They’re not as neurotic about it but they do have a strong biological need to feel connected to us.

How Do Lost Dogs Find Their Way Home?

Every so often you’ll hear a story in the news about a dog who gets lost, and then miraculously, against all odds, travels long distances to find his way home. Whether it’s an Airedale named Max who got lost in Connecticut, 45 miles away from his home in Rhode Island, and was found hanging out in his own back yard three weeks later, or Jarvis, a Jack Russell terrier from Devon, England, who got lost on a family outing, and made his way home by hopping a ferry across the Plymouth Sound, it’s hard to know how they got to where they were going. In rare cases dogs have even managed to do this while the family was in the process of moving; yet the dog still shows up at their new front door months later, tired and hungry, and wagging its tail.

The most recent case happened last month when a sheepdog named Pero, living in Wales, managed to find his way home from 240 miles away, traveling for two weeks.

How does this happen? What kind of GPS system do these dogs use?

Butterflies and Homing Pigeons

I did some research on the mechanisms that homing pigeons and monarch butterflies use when finding their way home (or navigating), and discovered that, so far, science only has some educated guesses as to how those things happen. For pigeons one theory is that they operate by magnetoreception, the ability to “tune-in” to changes in the earth’s magnetic field.

For monarch butterfiles, who travel every year from Canada and the northern United States to Mexico (and then back), their flight patterns are reportedly, “inherited.” This makes sense because the individual butterflies that leave for Mexico are three generations removed from the ones that actually arrive. This means that those that return north each year are at least six generations removed from the ones that started their journeyI And since their flight patterns are very exact, those patterns would almost have to be encoded into each butterfly’s DNA.

But how do group memories get stored in DNA? Or do they?

Lovestruck College Student

As I thought about this, I realized that dogs might find their way home in similar fashion to an experience I had when I was in college. I didn’t get lost, but somehow, against all odds, I found my way from Point A to an unknown, yet very desirable Point B, with only my emotions to guide me.

What happened involved a girl I’d met on campus. We’d bumped into each other a few times and I’d felt an instant attraction for her though I was too shy and love struck to be of any use to her or myself the first time we met. After she laughed at a couple of my jokes, I got up the nerve to ask for her phone number, and she gave it to me. Then I asked her where she lived. She told me the name of the street she lived on, but couldn’t remember the address; she told me she was “bad with numbers.”

I called her later that evening and found out she’d given me the wrong phone number. (She really was bad with numbers.)

I couldn’t stop thinking about her, though. I had to see her again. I told my roommate, Mark, about her, hoping he might have a solution or talk me down from the romantic ledge I was on.

Finally, one evening, I decided to take action. My car was in the shop, so I asked Mark if he’d mind driving me over to this girl’s house.

“You found out where she lives?”

“Not exactly, I just know it’s a house on Seventh North.”

“That’s a long street with a lot of houses.”

“I know. I just have this feeling that I’ll know which one is hers.”

Mark, who’d had his own romantic obsessions, shrugged. “Okay, but keep it short. I want to get to the record store before it closes.”

So we drove, Mark shaking his head, me staring intently at all the houses we passed by. After several blocks I said, “Pull over here.”

He pulled over. I got out. He looked at his watch.

“I know,” I said. “But this is her house. I can feel it.”

He shook his head. “I’ll keep the motor running.”

I made my way up to the front door, feeling foolish and stupid and vulnerable, yet driven to find out if this was the house with the potentially wonderful girl living in it. I knocked.

A moment later the door opened. It was a college-age girl, but not the one I was hoping to see. Mark had been right; this could end up taking all night.

“Uh, hi. Sorry. I’m looking for Pat Smith? Does she live here?”

The girl gave me a funny look, then said, “Yes. But she’s not home.”

Wow. I’d nailed it.

After a brief conversation—in which Pat’s roommate gave me the correct phone number (two of the digits had been reversed), and promised to tell her I’d dropped by—I went back out to the car and Mark and I went to the record store, shaking our heads in wonder.

The Need for Connections

Now, you might be thinking so what? What does that tell us about how dogs are able to find their way home when they get lost?

I think we all do things like this—or at least similar to this—every day. We become filled with a strong desire to connect to something—a potential mate, a job, a promotion, a new place to live, a hard-to-find article of clothing, a concert ticket—and that desire creates a kind of “magical” connection between us and the thing we want.

However, I don’t believe this connection is magical at all. We now know, for instance, that the rhythm of our hearts and our dog’s hearts often beat in synch. It’s also been discovered that DNA can communicate at a distance.

However, I believe that in order for the connection between a lost dog and his owners to take place, there has to be some kind of natural energy field—call it an emotional field, or a bioenergetic or morphogenetic field—that enables us and our dogs to plug our internal GPS systems in and follow where it leads us.

Bioenergetic, Emotional, Magnetic, and Morphogenetic Fields

So it seems to me that when a dog is lost, and wants to find his way home, he’s not necessarily remembering his route, or navigating by certain signposts, and certainly not thinking about what he’s doing. If he did, he wouldn’t get anywhere, just as I wasn’t getting any closer to the girl I wanted to see by constantly thinking about her. No, a dog has to go by feel. And if his drive to connect is strong enough, he’ll find his way home simply by going where the bioenergetic or emotional or magnetic or morphogenetic field resonates most intensely with his desire.

For most of us, home is a place of strong emotional resonance. If we were to chart our daily movements, home would be the center, with all other locations—work, the supermarket, the movies, a friend’s house, the kids’ schools—acting as satellites. It’s as if “home” has its own emotional gravity, and so we find ourselves orbiting around and then being pulled back to it day in and day out. The more positive experiences we have with being there—comfort, rest, the satisfaction of eating and drinking, feelings of love and affection, feeling connected—the more those things would displace our own energy fields, creating a kind of emotional tide that constantly, yet subtly, pulls us homeward.

If home and family have any kind of emotional resonance for dogs—and I’m pretty sure they do—then it’s those properties that displace the lost dog and pull him in one direction not another, just as I felt myself being pulled directly toward one house, and one house only, because that’s where the person I most wanted to see and talk to lived. And if I was able to do it just because of a passing crush, imagine how much simpler it would be for a dog who’s lost the people who mean the most to him. After all, there’s a great deal of truth to the homily that “home is where the heart is,” and of all God’s creatures, dogs may be the ones with the most “heart.”

So it’s no wonder that a lost dog could find his way home. He’s just doing what dogs do when hunting for a favorite toy. Only in this case the stakes higher: he’s trying to find a missing piece of his heart.

Anyway, that's how I see it.


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1 comment:

Anonymous said...

  • Once my neighbor's dog got lost. I had a strong connection to this dog and when I found out she had already been lost for three days. So I went into a quiet room and connected to her on an emotional level and "told " her how to get back hope and "showed " her some sign posts along the way. The next morning she showed up and when I went to see her she ran over and flung herself at me in joy....something she had never done before because she was a very shy dog. It was a very cool experience.

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