"I loathe people who keep dogs. They are cowards who haven't got the guts to bite people themselves."
A man's best friend? Certainly not mine. Yet after living in New York for more than a year now I'm left with the feeling that the friendship is being forced upon me. Come wind, rain, or snow, whichever street or park trail I take in the city, almost without fail I cross paths with a dog and its owner trotting behind on the other end of the leash.
After an initial dance to avoid the dog's embrace, and after recovering my cool, my mind invariably longs for the time when animals were treated as, well, animals. Those golden days were long before I was born, but I believe the history books aren't lying when they tell of an age when dogs lived in kennels and rabbits were found in the field.