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October 9, 2014 / hbrowne4

Every dog has his day

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If ever there was a load of old bollix, that takes the biscuit! Snarled Bernard the Bulldog. I’ve been a dog all my life and not only have I not had my own day, but I never came across any other dog who had had his, or her, day either.

Now if we were to take the other saying ‘It’s a dog’s life’ it would make more sense. I mean if you want to figure out what a day in the life is like for a member of the canine fraternity, all you have to do is listen to the songs on the radio.

First off there’s the old favourite ‘How much is that doggy in the window’ I mean how demeaning is it to be displayed in a shop window for every little snot nosed kid to be drooling over you, maybe to take you home, or not if the price was not agreeable to her miserable, penny pinching parents. Or worse still what about the other doggies in the windows, the ones without the waggly tails, who’s going to look out for them?

Then there’s ‘Old Shep” There he was, minding his own business when he hears the screams of the kid in the old swimming hole. Does he do what any right minded dog would do and roll over a go back to sleep?, does he what? No he jumps in and helps drag to stupid little bread snapper out. And what does he get for his trouble? He gets a worn out, meatless bone thrown to him and a bed, as usual, in the barn

All things considered the whole concept of every dog having his day is seriously flawed. How would you legislate for such a thing, I mean, who would you put in charge of seeing that each and every mutt got his day. The ISPCA has enough trouble looking out for distressed donkeys and abandoned racehorses without trying to police the Every Dog Day Rule.

We might apply To the European Union for equal status for dogs, but five Minutes after we got it, the bleeding cats would be squalling and wailing for the same, and following close behind would be the ferrets, the rats, the voles, what is a vole anyway, and then the lesser animals like the horses and cows. It would be a legislative nightmare, I tell you

Given the foregoing, I personally intend to adopt the attitude of the dog in the country and western song:

“The hound dog’s howlin’ he’s so forlorn,
he’s howlin’ cause he’s sittin” on a thorn,
The laziest dog as ever was born,
He’s jest too tired to move over”

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