Someone in Twitter™ was talking about what dog breeds they despise sent me on a trip through time and space on my history with dogs and my thoughts regarding the canine species. I love dogs, love the idea of having a dog, but I don’t like the reality of having one. This I can say as someone who as a kid had a dog, that grew up, and in turn took my dad on walks. I can also say this as a kid who eventually lost his black Labrador to a nice farm where it must have enjoyed the open spaces and lakes much more than a backyard span with the area of an oversized dog pen.
When I imagine having a dog, I imagine all the good times I would have. Look that guy with the dog in the passenger seat in the car. You are a loner, but suddenly your Han Solo with a wookie. You are the type of loner who might be doing the Kessel run in less than 4 parsecs and maybe have princess Leia waiting for you at home.
Or I think about taking my dog on walks in the park. Maybe meeting a woman who also has a dog, something small and unobtrusive on her part, and then she takes a look and she knows this guy is responsible because he has to keep up with his dog and that makes some sort of subliminal impression.
Think also of the dog that saves you when a fire starts, or the Siberian husky that walks into your room at 3am in the morning when you are sure the ft tall dolls sitting near the open window are beginning to talk among the sounds of cars running over wet pavement and licks you on the palm of your hand in trying to comfort your fears.
Then there is the dog reality. The dog that barks because it needs constant attention. The dog that drinks from the toilet then licks your face. The dog that makes the whole house smell and have the ambience de la pooch. The dog that poops wherever and whenever it will. It needs walking, talking, bathing, feeding, and of course you have to keep an eye on it to make sure it doesn’t chew up and spit out the interior of your house.
“But you could get a small dog”
I think the small dog is like the gateway drug of those people trying to palm off their dog addiction onto you. I don’t want to be walking a rodent on an extend o leash at 9pm at night and taking up the whole street while Minnie has to smell the base of every mailbox in a two mile walk
These dogs also notoriously have some sort of bark tourrett’s syndrome going on that can annoy anyone within a 2.5 mile radius. I think some couples buy them as some sort of anti social early warning detection system.
I like Benji and the dog from “As Good As It Gets” and found them to be a heartwarming addition to the movies of my past, but I don’t want the Taco Bell dog or any other genetically manipulated rat dog for a pet. I have a hard enough time taking care of myself. Don’t even get me started on those misguided individuals who dress their dogs in clothing and take them to see animal therapists. As Jack Nicholson might say “Sell crazy somewhere else, we’re all stocked up here.”
Still, it takes all kinds.
