Took Rufus and Yoko to Shaun and Zuza’s for Mexican dinner. Walking across town on a Friday night ended up taking us longer than expected, due to the cooing bystanders and end-of-week revelers insistent on patting them. An annoyance I happily tolerate as there’s nothing more pleasing than people who shower compliments on your dogs. At least they outnumber the freaks who feel it’s ok to insult or pass judgement on it such as one woman who, in passing, hissed, “That’s disgusting!” as Rufus did his business. I have had people change nappies on babies in public eating areas, that is, only after what seems to be the slowest dawning realisation that the baby has in fact defecated. It’s distinct pong having already lingered insistently while I try and enjoy my lunch. Would you tell them that the shit stinks? Hardly. Why would you bother? A baby will go whenever it needs to and a mother will have to change its nappy wherever there is room. And so it follows, a dog will evacuate his bowels on any garden he deems fit and his owner will pick it up and dispose of it where she can, or in some cases, summarily fling it at the next annoying git who wished to pass judgment on her canine companion.
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