Thursday, March 12, 2009

Back on the Chain Gang

The face of a criminal

I generally find that fury isn't a good place to write from, and so to date have refrained from commentary on the latest local idiocy. If you would like all the details, Undercover Dragon has provided as usual a highly cogent rundown of the situation, as well as providing a platform for spirited discussion.

What it boils down to, however, is that the local Powers That Be have determined that animals - apparently in all forms, based on the vague wordings issued to date - are menaces to the public health that can only be tolerated between the hours of 10:00 a.m. and 3:00 p.m.

That's right: in a place where the midday temperature can climb above 120 degrees Fahrenheit, no dog-walking at dawn or dusk; no long strolls in the still-cool afternoons for us; no topping up of the local economy with leisurely stops at the local cafés. Not for that hideous miscreant we see here. In the works, it seems, are penalties including fines and even jail time (!).

Well, to paraphrase the fightin' words of the old adage, "When dogs are outlawed, only outlaws will have dogs." Both Koko and I are feeling edgier, more dangerous. We're ready to take on the world, Thelma and Louise style (although I do hope it ends better). Yesterday we stayed out at lunch with him until a truly rebellious 3:30.

No adverse consequences to report yet, but we'll keep you posted. If things fall suddenly quiet around here, it may because I've become a guest of His Majesty's Government.


  1. Kisses to that cute little outlaw of yours!

  2. I expect to read about you standing in front of the palace at Noon in a top hat and tails (or gown & fur) singing a full-throated rendtion of Coward's Mad Dogs and Englishmen.