Queen of Spain's Public Address

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Location: Sydney, Australia

Single, Hispanic, I have two dogs, a mini schnauser cross named Dougal, and a cattle dog/chihuahua cross named Rinky-Dink

Thursday, January 27, 2005

Unexpected Events

I didn't intend on acquiring a blog of my own to neglect, but for the sake of communicating with my friends, and faceless constant readers, I now have a public forum to post my thoughts and ramblings. In the beginning it makes sense to discuss the purpose and function of a blog, but as this could take several postings I will expand on this topic at a later date. Instead, I will provide an anecdote of unexpected events.

At Sydney Park (a large public park with leash free areas) a woman, along with her young boy and a golden retriever, were feeding ducks in the pond. This in itself isn't an uncommon occurrence. Neither is the fact that many people take their dogs to the park to run around free without much restriction from them. I suppose it's much like parents taking their children to the park. Us dog owners also take the opportunity to smoke, gossip, and generally take our eyes off the dog for a while without feeling guilty.

As for the woman, boy and dog, they were happily throwing their stale bread to the ducks when my silly companion, Dougal, ran up to them to see what fun they might be having. To his delight it involved food. Dougal, not being one to pass up on even stale, boring bread, had a sniff in the bag that contained the bread. The woman, perhaps not quite remembering where she was, told him to get lost. How a woman with her own dog could get upset that another dog might want some bread too confused me.

I thought she was there to do something nice for an animal. What could be nicer than feeding bread to a dog? They certainly are grateful compared to a duck, which if it hasn't eaten in a long time will attack you for food, people at Richland College know what I am talking about. Having owned a duck as a pet when I was a child I know you aren't supposed to give them scraps anyway.

You would think a grown woman who passed something the size of a watermelon out something the size of a lemon would realize the scraps of bread she was feeding to them would have a hard time turning into a duck's normal, watery poop, would think twice before continuing. Well, then again, she might not. She had her head up her ass, and if it weren't for the fact the there was a kid around she would have gotten a piece of my mind.