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One of my pet hates is the obsession some people have with caging animals, canines in particular. Incarcerated in tiny flats day in day out whilst ceremoniously let loose once a day, ostensibly for a walk and obviously for their ablutions. What is the reason for this?
My theory is that some people are lonely and some think they are kind, saving the dog from a worse fate. Some think they are fat and use their dog for an excuse to get lean and mean. Its been mooted that singles who can’t employ dating services on the internet or solicit dates in a bar, employ evening strolls hoping to facilitate nerve wracking stumbling introductions to the opposite sex with feeble refrains like, ‘Hi, what breed of dog is he?’ or rely on the carnal unabashed lasciviousness of their best mate to transpose an untactful mimicry of sorts, to illustrate what one dog owner really lusts to do to the other. Lastly, I am horrified to admit, as we all know, or should know, that there are ‘naught stranger than folk’. What strange twisted proclivities some people vent on their animals. This last reason for owning a dog or cat I will leave to your imagination.
Believe it or not I have a fondness for dogs. Some make good companions and are lovable, others have practical uses Astoundingly, is the misguided belief some people have that cooping these animals up all day and taking them for a walk or two is not tantamount to animal cruelty. Of course they are ‘bloody happy’ when you take them for a walk after being caged for eight or more hours a day. Would not you be? How can a dog enjoy an hour visitation outside whist being frustrated on a leather leash, asphyxiating at a slow bipedal canter. You need not have ten percent of Einstein’s cerebellum to work out that you cannot train a dog to shit appropriately at a designated time at a certain place.
I think it was Karl Marx who once opined that Christianity was the opium of the masses. It seems that Lamma Island dogs are the opium for many. Surely, if your predisposition urges proselytising animal welfare might you not deduct or infer the sense of my sophistry. Dogs should be able to run free on large tracts of ground. (Now I sound like a dog hugger) Hong Kong and its environs are the last place canines should be. Any other argument is rather scatological.
I had to smirk at someone’s fecund sense of humour when chancing upon a corn cracker jocularly positioned smack dab in the middle of a mound of dog excreta on the path to the ferry. ‘French onion dip, anyone?’ Colour and viscosity I leave to your imagination, suffice to say that in this summers heat it was about to make rapid progress downhill. Has anyone ever noticed in the canine ablution sand pits (that are similarly raked like Japanese gardens), brown sienna dog poo? I do not think I have ever seen one.
Walking around Lamma can be hazardous. It’s like tiptoeing through well, …. dogshit. I have greater fear of having to fumigate my shoes than of avoiding venomous snakes. Ever tried to pick and scrub off the ridges of your Gucci shoes, reprocessed dog food on the way to work. People stare at you strangely as you act like a 1930’s Hollywood Afro/American shuffling out a tap dance with one leg. You wonder some days why people studiously avoid you or wrinkle their noses at you like Samantha in Bewitched. But jokes aside it is also unhygienic.
Typhoid is spread mainly by flies. Flies relish a promanade in faeces. They think its suave. Intrepid tourists, albeit with bad taste, the order Diptera love to squelch about in their favoured type of ‘mud’ for a few minutes then fly and settle on your kids lunch. Thus, spreading among other bacteria, typhoid. So wash all your food in purchased water – or if you think that’s too expensive, cleanse them in the town water. And invest heavily in flyscreens. But back to man’s best friend.
Walking my two year old one day, minding our own business, we passed a house when not two feet from us came a terrifying onslaught of ferocious barking and snarling followed by the oft quoted gnashing of teeth. I nearly jumped out of my skin and my son started crying. Much to my chagrin he has since mimicked an expletive I used on that occasion. Thank the gods there was a fence and those dogs were not loose. Having a child mauled by a dog or dogs would not be compensated by the elimination of the animal. If you have a dog, make sure it is most safely secured from doing harm. Or better still don’t cage up dogs at all – get a life!
I guess the point of all this is, don’t cage up animals. This would improve quality of life for humans and would not incur cruelty on animals. If you want a lifestyle with animals, move to a farm in New Zealand or the plains of Texas. Its ridiculous to argue that Lamma is a place for domesticated animals. Besides, environmental purists have to concur with me here. Dogs and cats ruin the natural flora and fauna of the island. It amazes me why people need animals, more a matter of selfish want – get a pet rock. Is it not enough that we have viral epidemics found nowhere else in the world, horrific pollution, over population as well as animal cruelty.
I guess in the end its just one of my pet hates.
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