Cowboy Confessional

I slapped on my hiking shoes and took a quick stroll around the Alameda bay side, a village of tolerable yuppies and assorted San Francisco refugees who managed to escape the debilitating effects of drug intake (not that they didn’t take a whole lot of drugs … they merely managed to dodge a cranial chemical bullet).

As I lapped around a the cove I came across a public dog park where yuppies and yappers where in full Halloween celebratory mode.

Sigh.  Dogs just don’t get it.

A feisty competition was in full pitch with pups paraded in costumes both quickly and elaborately conceived.  All participants seemed to be happy, aside from the pugs who always appear to be perpetual and premature curmudgeons, and the canine rodents called chihuahuas who are constantly on the panicked verge of wetting their owners.

In situation like this, dogs simply don’t understand that they are the butt of the joke.  Nobody (aside from me and some other cynics) is laughing at the yuppies.  And the yuppies surely aren’t laughing at one another, for that would be oh so gauche.  But we all were laughing at the dogs, who seemed to enjoy the merriment, being completely oblivious to the punchline.

Now, find pictures of cats in Halloween costumes.  They can be had, but it takes some looking compared to locating the same for their tail-wagging compatriots.  Cats simply don’t put up with such human insolence, and the few that have been manhandled into such silly sartorial submission scowl into the camera lens.  A cat’s dignity is not to be trifled with.

This variance in varmint viewpoints says as much about owners as it does about the critters themselves, and why some prefer the company of one over the other.  But I’ll avoid this digression as dog owners would not appreciate the analysis. 

Cats however, would find it hilarious.

Bookmark to: