Dogs. I don't care for them. You know who I care less for? Dog owners.
On Sunday, a dog was shot at the festival I was working at. Piecing together stories, including some from eye witnesses, a foster parent of an abused pit bull was walking the dog down the street...WITHOUT A LEASH. Huge crowd, dogs everywhere, children. And you want to bring your abused pit in here without a muzzle, much less a leash? It attacked a smaller dog. It may or may not have turned on the cop. The dog is dead now, and it's the foster owners fault.
On a lighter note. I don't even have grass in front of my apartment to be protective of. But I walk past grassy lawns with nice signs saying, "No pets". I.e., don't let your pet defecate and urinate on our grass. At least twice a week I see someone letting their dog do their business within 3 feet of these signs. And often, it's a tenant of the apartment building! I realize there are not so many places to toilet your dog in the city. So how 'bout you don't get a dog? How 'bout you get a fish, a cat, a lizard, a bird. All manor of pets that are suitable for a concrete jungle. Or how 'bout you do a good self examination before getting this animal. Will you take the time to walk it the blocks and blocks needed to A) find a suitable toileting place. and B) give it the necessary exercise it needs? It's an animal!
With that said, here's a neat dog park:
and a silly cat town