Bailey's Daily!
This is Bailey's Daily Blog site to complain, compose, give utterance to, or just plain wax poetic. I am, if I may say, an adorable, sweet, TALENTED, 4 1/2 year old Beagle (that's 32 in people years who was rescued from Zell Miller's and Saxby Chambliss' South Georgia!). I love the Red Sox, my mom, gramdma's cooking, ice cream and playing in the dog park! I am learning how to email and blog with no opposable thumbs! IT'S BLOG-GONE FUN! WOOF!:)Wednesday, May 18, 2005
In search of.... the Perfect Fire Hydrant
Is it just me, or is the Great American Fire Hydrant just a myth? Just a mirage in the oasis of doggie parks that never materializes into anything more than just a community waterbowl standing in mud?
Yes, I am a little cynical today. I look around me and I see fellow canines rummaging through garbage, wandering aimlessly on the side of the road and, even, if they are having a really bad day, in the kitchen of some Vietnamese-Thai restaurant with a "C" rating.
I digress-whatever happened to the days when dog's were man's best friend, we took leisurely walks after work, before dinner with the family (at a decent hour-not 10pm at night), and, we didn't have a noon-time nanny to come walk us because our masters are too busy?
True, we live to serve our moms and dads, but we yearn for a simpler time when the days didn't start at 5am, the TV was our best play buddy, and, the fire hydrants were still red. A pretty, shiny red with a silver top. It was a sign of simpler times - traditions, gender-roles, and non-weight management kibble because we had backyards to play in - not apartment courtyards and the once-a-week trip to the dog park.
Can we go back? To the white picket fences, dogs and their fire hydrants? Perhaps if we do, this world might be a better place instead of how it's now going to the cats!
Yes, I am a little cynical today. I look around me and I see fellow canines rummaging through garbage, wandering aimlessly on the side of the road and, even, if they are having a really bad day, in the kitchen of some Vietnamese-Thai restaurant with a "C" rating.
I digress-whatever happened to the days when dog's were man's best friend, we took leisurely walks after work, before dinner with the family (at a decent hour-not 10pm at night), and, we didn't have a noon-time nanny to come walk us because our masters are too busy?
True, we live to serve our moms and dads, but we yearn for a simpler time when the days didn't start at 5am, the TV was our best play buddy, and, the fire hydrants were still red. A pretty, shiny red with a silver top. It was a sign of simpler times - traditions, gender-roles, and non-weight management kibble because we had backyards to play in - not apartment courtyards and the once-a-week trip to the dog park.
Can we go back? To the white picket fences, dogs and their fire hydrants? Perhaps if we do, this world might be a better place instead of how it's now going to the cats!
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