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Cavalcade of Canine Crap in NYC (2)
Let Freedom Stink — Part 2 of 3 (Street Art)
Far from being at the top of my list of issues I have with the human herds — don’t get me started on the military-industrial complex! — I still find the whole captured-creature-pet-thing (times a billion) a bit weird and problematic from where I sit.
But then again, as a short-time visitor to this planet, my list of havoc perpetrated by homo sapiens — things considered normal and certainly not to be questioned — is encyclopedic.
Fish, snakes, birds, lizards, hamsters, hermit crabs, mice, pigeons, cats—and almost anything else living that humans can subdued and cag’d or tank’d or apartment’d is fair game.
Yes, even cockroaches.
But—even as they crawl and chirp and meow and squeak, many in apartments many stories above the earth—I do not encounter most of them in my daily life.
Dogs on the other hand are almost as ubiquitous as humans in one’s stroll around the city.
Whether it be through these decorative shit piles and sidewalk piss streams (or worse: on gardens and trees)—or through their owners’ smug arrogance and sense of privilege (to be addressed in Part Three)—they are everywhere.
