Friday, April 27, 2012

Absence note and ankle biters

I don't know quite what happened there, I guess these kind of lapses are what happens when you bring a child into the world. Oliver is doing very well, he's six months old now and he's certainly gaining bulk. I'm really enjoying watching him grow up and whilst doing that it has become alarmingly clear that time can somehow disappear without the aid of a super massive black hole. If I go this long without posting again; can one of you poke me with a stick? Cheers.

Nothing on God's green earth annoys me more than people who own Chihuahuas. There are a lot of these little vermin around, with their precious owners who look down on anyone who has a normal size dog as some kind of barbarian. The dogs I can stand, I mean they're fairly yappy and I have to watch where I put my feet but you can't dislike an animal really - spiders aren't an animal in my mind. It's all about the utter stupidity and pigheadedness of their owners that gets my goat. You have to be a special breed of person to have a Chihuahua. Firstly you have to want the dog as a fashion accessory rather than a dog. It's a show of status. Look, here's my Prada shoe collection, Coach purse and my little baby chihuahua. Usually they're named something either unbelievably 'cute' like "Tinkerbell" or something which I can only assume the owners believe to be a culturally appropriate like "Rico".

Then there's the misguided belief that they're somehow delicate. It's an utter, utter lie. Don't you pick up your dog when mine comes sniffing over, they're perfectly fine with each other and if my dog does for some reason decide he doesn't like your little rat on a leash then I'm certain your little ankle-biter can handle himself, and I'm more than capable of controlling my own dog thank you very much.

Another facet of the chihuahua club's signature attitude is highly visible, too visible. I don't know why they're allowed, but there are some places that I have seen a chihuahua that other dogs can only dream of unless they're a service dog. Supermarkets, hospitals and museums are not places for dogs, just because they're in a carry-case does not alter that fact and neither does it mean that rules are in place for everyone except Chihuahua owners.

Just one more caveat; they have legs. They don't need to be carried. When I see a woman at the dog park with a stroller pushing along her dog....well I have no words left. You might as well just go on your own, leave the dog at home because I can almost assure you, the dog is getting zero enjoyment out of it.


2 comments:

Paul said...

There is a different etiquette in the US too, with regards dogs. I've noticed that the old ladies expect you to greet and pet their tiny dogs when you happen to pass in the street, not just greet the humans.

Rob said...

There's no way I'm bending down that far to pet something that isn't mine!