Having a dog really is better than having a child. Take this golden retriever for example. Tie him up to a rack between two bikes on what has become one of the busiest corners in Brooklyn, then shop at Trader Joe's for 45 minutes. This dog will be content and happy the entire time. Amazing. Now take a small child and repeat the experiment. Not so amazing. Though it would be quite a site if a law was passed mandating not only that parents are now prohibited from taking small children into bars, restaruants, and stores, but must tie them up to bike racks, scaffolding supports or parking meters. The sidewalks would be transformed into the 5th circle of hell in a matter of seconds.
Personally, I would rather see more dogs in bars than babies. I will never understand the impulse to bring a two year old into a place specifically designed to get a human so drunk that they shit themselves. By the ninth shot of Wild Turkey when the tears begin streaming down one's face at the realization that one's childhood dream never involved working for Goldman Sachs and earning an obscene amount of money, but centered on being a Spaceman fighting the dark forces of Krog, who are you going to turn to? The little brat your jackass of a friend has strapped to his chest, or the pit bull sitting next to the burned out carni at the other end of the bar?
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