¡Cuidado con el perro!
Friday, August 26, 2016
Today, it seems by the posting of dog photos on Facebook, is
International Dog Day. Few if any of the dog photo postings have any information
attached to them. In this 21st century photographs do away with the erstwhile
necessary words.
One exception was a lovely painting of a dog by my friend
Kitty Blandy Davies that has a sorry story to it (nothing happened to the
dog!).
I have also posted here a photograph of a dog, a scary one.
It brings to mind my youth in Buenos Aires and in Mexico.
In Buenos Aires, when I was under 10, I noticed we had to
suddenly come in from the street (where we often played) because someone had
noticed a band of gypsies going from door to door wanting to read fortunes. We
were told they robbed children. We scurried inside.
In Mexico often a mother (not my mother) would tell children to watch out for the dog as they were evil and they would bite you if you did not behave. I saw a generation of older children and adults who were collectively afraid of dogs because of that ill childhood training.
We always had dogs including a Siberian Husky in Mexico
city who never barked but howled during full moons. He was a gentle dog. If we
never had a dog in Vancouver it has been because of our extensive garden which
a dog would destroy.
But I had a female cat, Plata (she died five months ago a
few days before we moved to Kitsilano and she is buried here in our smaller
garden) who walked around the block with us. Oriental immigrants would point
with wonder at our walking dog. I would then in jest (I wonder if any ever
believed me) tell them, “Not cat. Dog that looks like cat.”
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| Rusty and I |
