Now donB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™t get me wrong, I have always had and loved dogs from boy to man whenever I lived rural B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·“ the very best of friends who shed tears of joy at moments of reunion.
But I have never had the urge to own a dog that must live most of his brief life at the end of a rope, nor have I had the urge to go out rain or shine and pick up poop after a good friend on city streets and walkways, nor do I have the inner arrogance to let my dog relieve himself on any neighbourB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™s lawn or garden we may pass as though it was cared for just for me and my poor city dog.
John Fry
Victoria