In Buenos Aires, there are heaps and heaps of the most beautiful parks with amazing fountains and statues and memorials. They are ornate and totally over the top with marble and bronze and cherubs galore. We walked the city today with a guide and she took us to some places we had not discovered in our travels. She told us that many of the statues are not as they had previously been because when the economy crashed in 2001, much of the bronze was stolen and sold for money.
Most of the play equipment, statues and sometimes even trees have fences around them to rival what The Gardens School could use to keep those pesky kids off the roof.
Part of these parks include a huge, fenced, grassless dedication to the canine of the family. The guide told us that is was not a sweatshop for dogs to manufacture poop, more a creche for neurotic apartment dogs to gossip ( gossip??? who´s got time? Get a job, I say!!!). They get walked there by the hundreds, all by one person whose job it is to walk them. They then get released into doggy creche and they run round like mad things shouting, rolling, sniffing butts, trying to tempt others to play and generally creating havoc. The dog walkers have the best of it because they sit around and watch the dogs playing and generally chat (gossip again!!!??)
These dogs are every breed imaginable and I know how all these breed came to be- someone invented doggy creche! Along with other things that dogs like to do, there was a certain element of ´frisky´behaviour and HEY PRESTO a new breed is born!! Move over Labradoodle, now meet the mongresatian or the Old Englmastif. I have photos. Hell, I better rephrase that.....
I have pictures of the hundreds of dogs behind the fences playing.
I have photos of the walkers surrounded by their many and varied charges. I may even have a photo of the dog in a pink tutu that we saw, I say may as it is very likely one of the 4 million people who live in this city or the extra 2 million that stay here during the week could have walked in front!!!!!
Most of the play equipment, statues and sometimes even trees have fences around them to rival what The Gardens School could use to keep those pesky kids off the roof.
Part of these parks include a huge, fenced, grassless dedication to the canine of the family. The guide told us that is was not a sweatshop for dogs to manufacture poop, more a creche for neurotic apartment dogs to gossip ( gossip??? who´s got time? Get a job, I say!!!). They get walked there by the hundreds, all by one person whose job it is to walk them. They then get released into doggy creche and they run round like mad things shouting, rolling, sniffing butts, trying to tempt others to play and generally creating havoc. The dog walkers have the best of it because they sit around and watch the dogs playing and generally chat (gossip again!!!??)
These dogs are every breed imaginable and I know how all these breed came to be- someone invented doggy creche! Along with other things that dogs like to do, there was a certain element of ´frisky´behaviour and HEY PRESTO a new breed is born!! Move over Labradoodle, now meet the mongresatian or the Old Englmastif. I have photos. Hell, I better rephrase that.....
I have pictures of the hundreds of dogs behind the fences playing.
I have photos of the walkers surrounded by their many and varied charges. I may even have a photo of the dog in a pink tutu that we saw, I say may as it is very likely one of the 4 million people who live in this city or the extra 2 million that stay here during the week could have walked in front!!!!!
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