16/05/2021
I’ve copied this from a friend in Denmark I think the words are very true.
21st Century Dog.
Dogs are not a right, but a choice that needs to be aware and respectful!
I'm a 21st Century dog.
I am a Malinois.
The most gifted among dogs, tipsy in all disciplines and always ready to work. Today they ask me to relax on the couch all day.
I am an Akita
My ancestors were selected for hunting wild bore and brown bears Today they ask me to be tolerant with my congeners, and they rebuke my reactivity when one of them comes near me.
I am a Beagle.
When I was chasing my prey, I gave a voice so the hunters could follow me. I did the dance. Today I wear an electric collar to keep quiet, and we'd like you to come back to the booster with a snap of your fingers.
I am a Yorkshire Terrier.
I was a terrifying rat hunter in the British mines. Today they think I'm not able to use my paws and they always hold me in my arms.
I am a Labrador Retriever.
My vision of happiness is a dive into a pond to bring back my master the duck he just pulled. Today we forgot I'm a gym dog, I'm fat and I have to be a kid s' nanny.
I'm a Jack Russell.
I can face a fox bigger than me in his den. Today I'm getting scolded for my dam temper and would like to turn me into a manicotto dog.
I am a Siberian Husky.
I got to know the great spaces in northern Russia, where I could pull sleds at impressive speed. Today I have as a horizon only the walls of the garden, and only occupation the holes I dig in the ground.
I am a border collie.
I'm made to work eight hours a day, and I'm an unmistakable artist of herd work. They're mad at me today because, due to lack of sheep, I try to control bikes, cars, kids home and everything on the move.
I'm a Dachshund.
Sadly considered living room dog.
I have high temper, I can fight against animals bigger than myself inside a dark and narrow den.
Because of my ′′ different ′′ shape I'm a lot of people's laughing stock, but they don't know how brave I am.
I am...
I'm a 21st Century dog.
I'm beautiful, I'm alert, I'm obedient, I'm in a bag... but I'm also an individual who needs to express their instincts, and I'm not fit for the sedentary life you want me to lead. Spending eight hours a day alone in the garden, seeing you a bit in the evening when you come home and being entitled to any activity just for a small toilet walk will make me deeply unhappy. I'll express it barking throughout the day, transforming your garden into a minefield, doing my needs inside, being unmanageable the rare times I find myself outside and sometimes spending my days sunk on my pillow. You'll think then that I'm happy to enjoy all this comfort while you go to work: I'm actually going to be exhausted, because this evil is not the human but also the 21st Century dog.
If you like me, if you dream about me forever, if my beautiful blue eyes or my athlete look make you want me, but you can't give me a real dog life, a life worth living, and if not you can offer me the job my geniuses ask for... then give up on me. If you like the way I look but aren't willing to accept my character traits derived from strict genetic selection and think you can change them with your only good will... then give up on me. I'm a 21st Century dog, yeah. But deep down in me, the one who fought, the one who pulled sleds, the one who led a herd still sleeps. And sooner or later he'll wake up. For better or worse.