We love our dogs in this city. Oh yes we do- right down to the colourful little booties we put on their feet. We have dog spas for making them look good, psychologists for helping them sort out their issues, and daycares for socializing and educating them.
Unfortunately, our dog education system is not very advanced as there are no higher education options beyond the daycare level.
There are, however, plenty of doggy daycares around- one in every neighbourhood it seems. And they’d all be happy to take in your dog.
We do, however, have a problem with daycares in this city. Not the doggy ones, though- the child-minding ones. Competition to secure a spot in one is fierce as there are too few spots for too many children.
It’s time to take a different perspective: why not fill the vacant spots in the doggy daycares with children who can’t get a spot in the child-minding ones?
Why not integrate dogs and children into the same educational institutions? This could also be the key to creating higher levels of education for dogs.
What an absurd perspective (and one I do not endorse, by the way). Yet, pushing a point to absurdity forces us to reconsider the logic of our priorities and actions.
Here’s to absurdity!
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The theme for this week is about finding one different perspective on something in my life every day.
The Dog’s Perspective
Debbie: Look at him, Alister. He’s trying to tell us something.
Debbie: His eyes- look at them. They’re so expressive. He’s so sad.
Alister: Well, what do you think he’s sad about?
Debbie: I think he feels bad about peeing on the carpet this morning. He saw how long it took us to clean up. He’s feeling guilty. He’s trying to apologize. Look at how he’s so focused, trying to connect with us.
Alister: He is staring at us, I will give you that.
Debbie: Oh Alister, I can’t stand it, seeing him feel so bad. I’ll make him feel better, I’ll go buy him some nice new booties.
Debbie: Yes, now. I can’t let him get scarred by this guilt.
Alister: He is looking pretty pathetic…
Dog continues staring, all the while thinking: Food. Food. Give me food. I want food. Why aren’t they giving me food? Can’t they tell I want food?
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