I love pets, as long as they're
mine. I dislike the pets of others.
Take the other day. A dog walker
was out with his three charges on their daily delivery of pooch poo. There's a
grassy area at my place of work which the poo purveyors find attractive for
their depository needs. The pet walker is very conscientious and has a separate
little blue bag with which to gather the fruits of each pooch’s intestinal
The other day the dogs interacted,
badly, with the neighborhood cat. The cat also uses areas of our landscaping to
do her business. The cat however, although she presumably has an owner, does
not have an owner who is conscientious about the environmental havoc wreaked by
pet poo to our environs. Nor does anyone expect him to.
Another example of cat chauvinism
in our culture. Cats are allowed to roam free, digging up flowerbeds and
depositing feline surprises, while poor dog owners are admonished to follow
their pets around and endure the indignity of extricating their excrement.
Then again, when was the last time
I was awakened at three in the morning by the neighbor's cat barking at an
imaginary gopher? I guess these things balance out. Other people's pets are
annoying period. Or maybe it's just the pet's people.
Like this example. The pet power
bar. For those dog/sport people who want Rover to be just like them. Purina now
has power bars for your pet. They look just like yours! So after you've taken
your retriever for a run you can unwrap and chow down on similar-looking energy
bars together to recharge those vital
Fortunately, Rover, and you, will
appreciate the firming effects of the fiber -- further down the road...