The Japanese people, as homogenous as they are, all share the same dream: Get a job, get married, get a house, get a dog. Putting aside for a moment the fact that they consider it a dog’s duty to bark incessantly and their apparent unwillingness to train them, everyone with a dog walks the dog at least once a day. This creates a rather serious problem with squishy landmines on every paved surface (which is most of Japan that isn’t a ricefield). In order to combat this they’ve made a concerted effort to encourage people to carry little bags around into which the doggy joy is to be scooped, and carried home for disposal. Most people are good with this, though from the dodging I have to do when riding my bike I’m prepared to say with conviction that not quite enough people do it.
It’s spawned a rather interesting situation where many fashion-conscious Japanese women carry around name-brand (Louis Vitton, Chanel, etc) bags in which their plastic-ensconced squishy pet love is carried. It’s a good thing, I think, when carrying dog shit doesn’t mean you can’t still be fashionable.
Also, there are a lot of signs encouraging the lazy to clean up after their goddamned animals, and as soon as the number of cutesy dog doo signs is matched by the “Stop throwing your garbage in the fucking creek” signs (to date I’ve seen none of these so the trash problem continues unabated) I’ll be a happy. More happy, that is. And by that I mean my rage will be alleviated by a miniscule amount.
[ Mar 9 2004 ]
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