Of dogs and cats (and maybe burglars)
Why does everyone in Paradise need to have a dog?
To have a companion? No. To have a pet? No. To have a friend for the kids? Maybe. To have a security guard? Probably. Not even paradise is the safe place it used to be at one point in history.
The dogs in paradise however, they do have a downside. And this is not only affecting the owner, no, it’s affecting everyone, and especially me.
Picture this: You are lying in bed, on the brink of drifting off to dreamland and some little innocent pussy cat (or a trespasser, or whatever) catches the attention of one of your neighbours dogs. Do you have any idea what is going to happen here in paradise?
You will not fall asleep for the rest of the night – well, that’s my impression – but your peaceful sleep is doomed for next 30 minutes at least. And this is solely because the inhabitants of the paradise like dogs. They like lots of dogs.
Our neighbourhood is built of many little houses. Each and every one of those houses is home of at least one dog. Some neighbours have two or three of them, some have even more. But all these dogs are not living inside the house, oh no, they are living outside in the gardens. All the neighbours with dogs have fences around their property, luckily, so there is no dog running free on the street. At least something.
But back to the beginning: The pussy cat, the burglar, or whatever, is running for his life from the dog that is barking his throat out. Dogs are a pack, and it doesn’t matter what breed they are, when one dog is barking, every dog in an area of 1/2 km starts to bark. It goes off like an avalanche. Lots of little houses with lots of dogs living in front of them, you do the math and you will realise that I am talking about hundreds of dogs now. A choir of howling dogs.
But not all areas in paradise are like ours. In many of them the houses do not have fences around them or the dogs don’t have an owner and are running free. And being natural little creatures, doing what every animal is doing at one point, they are all making little puppies and the ‘dog choir from paradise’ is getting bigger and bigger by the minute. (Oh, and the cat choir too, by the way – and I can say this even tough I am an established cat lover – a tiny bit I hope ‘Timan’ is going to follow in my footsteps with this ;-)).
So I’m asking all paradise inhabitants who might be reading this post and you, my dear reader, in case you own any furry friends: let them sleep inside (that way it’s going to be much easier to bite the burglar in the butt), take them on a leash and most of all neuter your four-legged buddies.