First, I want to apologize to all the people who have a dog and who respect their environment and the people they meet in the street. This letter is not addressed to you, but to those who do not give you a good reputation.
Do you remember the movie The Planet of the Apes where monkeys dominated humans? Well what do you think of the live movie planet of dogs where humans serve dogs?
A large majority of dogs no longer have masters, they are the masters. They are the king dogs. This is the sad observation that I made when observing this new cuvée. covid of dogs walking their companion on the end of their leash. Leash whose only function is to keep the human at their service.
This same leash which stretches over several masters, sorry, over several meters according to the will of the dogs, thus obstructing walkers on the sidewalks and, a new phenomenon, cyclists on the cycle paths.
Too often, these dogs with too long leashes come without embarrassment to invade our bubble, wanting to sniff us, to feel if we are cousins.
Besides, what would the dog’s companion say if we allowed ourselves to enter his bubble to sniff him?
Dogs that stop at all the lampposts and all the trees in the alleys of the parks imposing a painful and slow walk on the symbolic holder of the leash or forcing him to wait for the territorial sniff or the little pee marker of this same territory is finished. There are also these numerous urinary or fecal traces left on the lawns of parks, baseball fields or private grounds where children play carefree. These same traces that we find where we extend our blanket for a picnic.
Canine legacy
When it’s not the traces that we avoid, it’s the whole poops left on the sidewalk or in the lawn. I ignore the many small black, green or blue bags, containing the precious canine legacies that the accompanying humans were kind enough to put in a bag while forgetting it (!) on the spot. Strongly that we invent shoes with radars to avoid them.
These poops were even more present this winter when there were fewer passersby passing by. The traces of the yellow pees were even more visible on the white snow of the paths of the parks, on the snowmen taken hostage and on the forts built by the children. Strong… weakened by the onslaught of canine pee, preventing the children from returning to their constructions which now had the territorial trace of the dominant dog.
Not all dogs have conquered our spaces and dominate their companions. Fortunately. But there are enough of them to fear canine invasion. Let’s hope that the human can find the dog as his best friend and not the other way around.