You know what I think is funny? Watching people watch their dogs take a crap! There seems to be so many different attitudes towards a shitting dog as there are different attitudes towards life. In today's proper western society you can't just let your dog run around the neighbourhood to shit anywhere he wants to, so the sight of people waiting impatiently on their leashed canine do his business is quite common. It's pretty hard to ignore the realities of your hounds bowel movement when you are forced by society to stand there while he finishes, you with your "doggy bag" in hand.
I wonder if you could use the different poses that dog owners exhibit during this ritual as metaphors for the way they look at life? For instance, the little old lady with the toy poodle who practically catches the crap before it even hits the ground would most likely live in a tidy little home and have a very structured and tidy attitude in everything she does. Or the macho guy with the rottweiler who scans all passersby with his arms crossed, looking for anyone that would dare tosnicker at him. He probably beats his wife and owns a sixty something muscle car. Then there is the teenage girl who refuses to even acknowledge the act in progress out of sheer embarrassment. I guarantee you that she is walking the family retreiver only because she has to, and that she is carefully avoiding any neighbourhood where she may chance on one of her schoolmates. My favorite one is the guy or girl who turns his/her back on the dog as if to give the shitter some privacy! What proper lives they must live eh? They probably never fart, burp or pee in the bushes themselves out of an overabundant sense of propriety. If my wife had a dog she would not be in this category.
All this gets me wondering what kind of a shitting dog watcher I would be if I had the opportunity. First off I must tell you that having grown up in the country I would struggle with the whole 'dog on a leash with my bag in hand' scenario because I have a pretty casual attitude towards stepping in a little shit now and again. I tend to believe that it's good for ones humility to scrap some leavings off of one's shoe, and in turn perhaps even good for the humility of our society if we all had to do it a little more often.
That being said I think if forced into the situation I would probably tend to be a bit eclectic in my pooping pooch poses, as I tend to be in life. Like the old girl with the poodle I would try to be quick about it as I'm always in a hurry. I have a macho side and although I don't beat my wife any more than she needs it, I don't like to be laughed at by anyone. And even though I am not necessarily proud of it I do sometimes even tend to be a bit more proper than necessary, avoiding public embarrassment when possible.
Just for a laugh I think I'm going to start following some dog owners back to their homes, and even perhaps stalk them a little, in an attempt to prove out my metaphor for life theory. To take it one step further we could consider that life sends us lots of crap! That's a reality that can't be ignored, and is generally out of our control. It's the attitude we choose in response to the crap that matters, and that is indeed within our control.
(computrainer, 55 kms-2 hours)
“Life is like a shit sandwich. The more bread you have the less shit you have to eat"---Anon
Love
Peter
I wonder if you could use the different poses that dog owners exhibit during this ritual as metaphors for the way they look at life? For instance, the little old lady with the toy poodle who practically catches the crap before it even hits the ground would most likely live in a tidy little home and have a very structured and tidy attitude in everything she does. Or the macho guy with the rottweiler who scans all passersby with his arms crossed, looking for anyone that would dare tosnicker at him. He probably beats his wife and owns a sixty something muscle car. Then there is the teenage girl who refuses to even acknowledge the act in progress out of sheer embarrassment. I guarantee you that she is walking the family retreiver only because she has to, and that she is carefully avoiding any neighbourhood where she may chance on one of her schoolmates. My favorite one is the guy or girl who turns his/her back on the dog as if to give the shitter some privacy! What proper lives they must live eh? They probably never fart, burp or pee in the bushes themselves out of an overabundant sense of propriety. If my wife had a dog she would not be in this category.
All this gets me wondering what kind of a shitting dog watcher I would be if I had the opportunity. First off I must tell you that having grown up in the country I would struggle with the whole 'dog on a leash with my bag in hand' scenario because I have a pretty casual attitude towards stepping in a little shit now and again. I tend to believe that it's good for ones humility to scrap some leavings off of one's shoe, and in turn perhaps even good for the humility of our society if we all had to do it a little more often.
That being said I think if forced into the situation I would probably tend to be a bit eclectic in my pooping pooch poses, as I tend to be in life. Like the old girl with the poodle I would try to be quick about it as I'm always in a hurry. I have a macho side and although I don't beat my wife any more than she needs it, I don't like to be laughed at by anyone. And even though I am not necessarily proud of it I do sometimes even tend to be a bit more proper than necessary, avoiding public embarrassment when possible.
Just for a laugh I think I'm going to start following some dog owners back to their homes, and even perhaps stalk them a little, in an attempt to prove out my metaphor for life theory. To take it one step further we could consider that life sends us lots of crap! That's a reality that can't be ignored, and is generally out of our control. It's the attitude we choose in response to the crap that matters, and that is indeed within our control.
(computrainer, 55 kms-2 hours)
“Life is like a shit sandwich. The more bread you have the less shit you have to eat"---Anon
Love
Peter
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