Dog days

Dog days


Sunday, October 13, 2019

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Let Hercules himself

Do what he may,

The cat will mew

And the dog will have his day.

Shakespeare, Hamlet V, 1

Or as we like to say in Jamaica, 'Every dog have him day, every puss have him four o'clock.' Puss and dog don't have the same luck, dog nyam yu supper, sorry fi mawga dog, mawga dog tun roun' and bite yu, I'm working like a dog, I'm dog tired, it's a dog eat dog world.

The dog has played a pivotal role in the life of mankind for centuries and shares a bond that no other animal has. Scientists have shown that all dogs descended from wolves, and somewhere back in our history a hungry wolf ventured close to the cave of men to scavenge some scraps and decided to stay. A friendship was forged.

It happens to this day, as I remember many years ago these two dogs came to my yard and simply decided to remain. Perhaps their owners had abandoned them, so they chose to adopt me as their own, remained loyal for many years and were extremely protective of me.

A dog's love is unconditional, and no matter what mood you're in, or your financial state, that animal will remain by your side and is always happy to see you when you return home. Many people cannot say that about their partners, as very often someone gets treated like a dog or someone gets thrown in the doghouse.

Yes my friends, these are dog days, as we'll find out right after these responses to 'See, hear, speak no evil'.

Hey Tony,

Regarding that topic, it becomes a dilemma when deciding if one should tell their best friend that their spouse is cheating. The friend may resent you for breaking up the relationship, or they hate you for not telling them when they found out that you knew and didn't say anything. Damned if you do and damned if you don't.


Hi Tony,

I learnt the hard way many years ago and vowed never to go that route again. A lady begged me to tell her if I knew that her man was cheating. I refused for months, but she badgered me so much, begging me to confirm her suspicions, that one day I caved in and told her. Well, the cursing that she gave me I'll never forget as she said that if I cared about her feelings I would never have told her. Damned both ways. Never again.


Many years ago I wrote an article titled 'All men are dogs'. That column turned out to be a classic and still resonates among long-time readers who sometimes still remind me about it.

But the irony was lost on some people, for even though some regard dogs in a negative way, others saw the positives, because dogs are extremely loyal, faithful, obedient, loving and protective. So being equated to a dog isn't necessarily a bad thing.

But some can be vicious, even as you have others that are cowardly curs and, of course, the mongrels which are looked down on. Dogs seem to have taken the spotlight nowadays, with the focus being on a certain breed of terriers often referred to as pit bulls. These dogs have a fearsome reputation and have been known to have a bloodlust as they mutilate, maim and even kill humans.

Sure, now the pit bull lovers will say that other dogs bite people too, but those pit bulls are so aggressive and murderous that many countries have banned them. I never heard of any ban on German Shepherds, Rottweilers, Ridgebacks, Dobermans or other breeds. It's the pit bulls that are given that distinction of being overly aggressive and unpredictable.

The most recent case involved this poor teacher who was mauled to within an inch of her life by a pack of pit bulls that held her captive for a long period of time, biting her all over her body.

Those dogs were so powerful that not even striking them with a crowbar, as one man did, got them to release their hold on the hapless lady. What concerned me was the report that the police arriving on the scene only fired a warning shot in the air to scare off the animals. Warning shot? How ridiculous, those dogs should have been shot on the spot.

Even so, there are people, especially women, who expressed sympathy for those devilish animals after they were put down, saying, “Oh, I'm so sorry that they had to kill them, they're just dumb animals,” said one woman. Dumb animals indeed. If it was her relative or child mauled by those dogs, would she have expressed such sympathy? That question quickly shut her up.

But there are people right here in Jamaica who treat dogs better than they treat humans. They pet, powder, primp, and preen those pooches more than they would babies. I even know ladies who put clothes on their pet pooches, shoes included.

When the dogs have to go to the vet, it's an all-day family affair as everyone takes time off from work to stay with Poochie Pie. As for those little rat-dogs, I cannot stand them as they have no use. Dem cyaan frighten off tief or defend you.

I prefer dogs that have a practical use, that can alert you to danger and protect you, that can guard your house or yard and will at least make intruders think twice about venturing into your space. A yard full of mongrels is a yard that's protected. The cacophonous yapping and barking will stop anyone from entering. “Hold dog please ma'am, let me come in.” Sometimes not even the utility workers can get to read the meters because of those dogs.

But those other little designer rat-dogs are absolutely useless and only act as substitutes for women who have no men in their lives. The way that they cuddle, kiss and caress those mutts makes me cringe. Somehow they have adopted the foreign habits of having the dogs not only in their houses, but also in their beds.

Imagine that, a dog in their bed. We all know what part of their anatomy dogs like to lick, and then those same dogs will lick the owners' face and sleep on their pillows. When did we get to this?

Back in my day, dogs knew their place and wouldn't dare come inside the house. They would stop right at the door and look wistfully and longingly inside. If they dared to put a paw inside the house, it would be, “Rover, get outside this minute, you is dog.”

Nowadays, if you go to some people's homes you have to compete with the dogs for space as they run amok all over the house, on the couch, in the kitchen, in the bedroom, everywhere, shedding their fur all over the place.

The way that some people speak about their dogs you'd think that they were human. “Mommy love Poochie so much, yes she does, she does. Kiss mommy. Does Poochie love Mommy too?”

As for what they eat, some eat better than some people. Dogs used to eat cornmeal and chicken back, but all that has changed. Nowadays they are offered a vast array of gourmet doggie delights that cost more than baby food.

Dog business is big business and the breeding and selling of dogs is a huge industry. There is a guy in the USA who confessed that he regretted crossbreeding and creating the breed called the Labradoodle. Some of those crossbred dogs are prone to genetic problems.

Dogs are versatile and fill many important areas in people's lives. There are service dogs, police dogs, drug sniffer dogs and a host of other breeds that serve us well. But don't mek dog bite you, for it nuh pretty.

These are dog days, and dogs are getting away with murder. I'm happy to see that steps are being taken to hold owners of dangerous dogs liable for any injury, destruction or death that their vicious dogs may inflict.

Farmers have suffered from the onslaught of dogs that wiped out their entire flock of goats with no recourse. People have been bitten savagely with no compensation. I know this lady who used to have a bubbly outgoing personality until she was attacked and bitten badly by dogs while jogging one morning. It's been years since the attack and the scars on her legs may have healed, albeit still visible, but the emotional scars are worse. She has lost her zest, her spirit, her laughter and is now a withdrawn, sad person.

These are dog days indeed, and for some people, the outcome is ruff.

More time.

Footnote: There are still people who veritably live on social media and believe everything that they see there, even though it's the domain of fake news. I recently heard a BBC documentary about this small European country where fake news is actually an economic mainstay. It began after their major industries collapsed and the young, bright students and workers turned their attention to the production and dissemination of fake news.

They spoke with no remorse or conscience as they spread false information worldwide, for it's a means of survival for them as the ads roll in. I keep telling people, unless the news is attributed to a recognised, reputable news agency, take it with a pound of salt. There's even a video circulating claiming that our popular fruits such as mango, papaya and others are toxic and hundreds of thousands of people die every year in the Caribbean from eating them. Ridiculous fake news.

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