Tuesday, June 07, 2005

That Damn White Dog

The white dog, the barky annoying sidekick to the stealthy annoying black dog, who I hated yesterday, is bleeding from its front leg this morning. This is the first time we've walked by where the dog seemed more interested in me than in Mrs. Wigglebottom. When I saw the puncture wounds in its leg, I understood why. Nashville, please, please keep your dogs fenced in if you're going to leave them outside. Please don't let them wander around the neighborhood where they could get hit or bitten or killed. I hate your dogs. They should not have to come to me for compassion. That's part of your fucking job as a dog owner.


Blogger Yankee, Transferred said...

The dog problem in Memphis is HORRENDOUS. Strays, dead dogs, injured dogs...it's really, really bad. Plus no leash laws and nobody gives a shit. I have a good friend whose old golden retriever is allowed to meander through the neighborhood. Every time I find her, I bring her home, but her (educated, well-off) owner always seems unfazed by it.

6/07/2005 04:26:00 PM  
Blogger Sarah Bott said...

Oh my god you guys--you need to come to Portland! Named by Purina as "dog friendliest city in America!"

We love our doggies here. People are totally dog crazy.

6/07/2005 04:44:00 PM  
Blogger Aunt B said...

I try to be understanding, because I let the cats outside and I know some folks would be mortified by that. But I think there's just a fundimental difference between cats, which want to hang out in the bushes and eat some bugs, and dogs, which want to greet everyone who walks up and they wander and fight and get hurt.

I just don't understand it.

6/07/2005 05:08:00 PM  
Blogger Sarah Bott said...

It's all the darned owners, as you already pointed out. That's all you need to understand. They are being irresponsible!!!! Henry would NOT approve!

6/07/2005 05:21:00 PM  
Blogger Aunt B said...

I met the white dog's owner today. Scary! As wide as he is tall, but not in the jolly fat man way, but in the "I could crush you with my muscles" way. I just said hello and smiled and walked on and felt lucky he didn't hit me with the garbage can he had in his hand.

6/08/2005 12:33:00 PM  

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