Every Dog Walk Is an Opportunity for Casual Racism
There’s nothing quite like the mental calculus around a chance meeting with strangers
When we got our Dalmatian puppy, Bean, I learned one quick and hard lesson: To own a dog is to reconcile with the prospect of forced socializing.
Crossing paths with another dog owner often means engaging in stilted conversation while the dogs sniff butts.
“Nice day, isn’t it?”
“What breed is your dog?”
“How about those [name of a local sports team]?”
Meanwhile, you pray the conversation doesn’t turn political.
Life as a first-time dog owner reminds me of when my son was in preschool and we felt like we were essentially dating his friend’s parents. All you can really do is hope little Phillip’s mom and dad aren’t dicks.
For me, the social aspect of dog ownership is even more ramped up. I live in a huge building that is extremely dog-friendly — there are more than 100 dogs, all told — so just about every walk is a conversation with a new stranger.
