by Martin Anton Smith
It was a hot day & so I went for a river swim.
After I was sitting on the rocks of the swimming hole.
Drying out & re acclimatising to the air-only-world, – as you do.
While doing this of course, you watch the other folk in a content daze.
There was a large lady swimming with her pug nose dog & her mum & dad were on the riverside.
The dog was half submerged & having a whale of a time.
So much so it hung a giant log in the river shallows –
Right where people swim.
The lady said “dad don’t worry it’s fish food”.
I don’t know about you – but I’m quite pretty, pretty, sure…
That that is not fish-food lady!!!
At least they scooped up half of it in a little black plastic bag.
I guess dog owners will tell themselves anything –
To exonerate their often very annoyingly behaved pooches
I guess they are in simple cognitive dissonance,
Because disciplining their pooches would require effort & maybe even cash.
It’s easier & cheaper for them to pretend the dog is an angel.
It’s probably very wise to not to date or marry a dog owner.
Unless of course it’s a Labrador –
They are like the ‘Gentlemen’ of the Dog World.
They surely would almost never take a giant shit in a popular swimming hole.
Anton Martin Smith Writer 