Dogs Life

Close to where we live (very close) are four beautiful frizzy dogs and their story goes as follows (all names and breeds have been changed to protect the innocent and me).   These four, virginal white, not too small dogs, live in an apartment much the same size as ours around 2,300 square feet.  Our four legged fiends have their own bedroom I am told, a washing machine for all their towels that are used for their ‘disposal’ and two maids to attend to their needs.  What more could a doggy want? Why they always come up in conversation is because I fear for my own children when we see these dogs. The dogs seem rather frustrated.  I guess I shouldn’t worry because their doggy paws never touch the ground and they never sniff grass so how would they get a chance to get near my boys.  Yes you read right. These dear dogs are carried everywhere.  They go for scenic drives in their very expensive German car daily, they are preened a cleaned more than my two little rascals, and they certainly eat well judging by their size.  They sound rather vivacious at times but I am sure their bark is louder than their bite or is that the other way round.  You ask how is this? My simple answer is: that is Hong Kong!  Weird but wonderful, exotic and extreme, bizarre and bewildering, I am not here to question the cultural difference, just to report.  I think it is just the cultural behavior of another person in this world.  More to the point a practice not observed by anyone else, I know.  As I write this I too even find it hard to believe that these dogs, assisted by helpers, are carried from their doorstep to a driver and car taken on a daily outing.   I have discussed this option as an alternative to keeping my boys clean. I just don’t think a drive in lieu of a play at the playground is going to fly here.  Remember I’m just reporting not judging. Believe me you see all shapes and sizes of dogs going in the elevator for their walk.  Unlike these white frizzy dogs most do go for walks. sigh….