Good dog Bad dog
Recently my life was graced by a puppy I found lurking in my front yard. The only reason I was allowed to keep her in the house was the presence of other, hostile, puppies in our yard, which were coincidentally birthed there a month or two prior.
One thing led to another, and she became a part of our household, an "indoor" dog as they say, while three of them stay outside the house, inside our yard. Protests, remarks and complaints followed, since of the three outside, two got into the habit of jumping onto bikes. We had to restrain them (keep them in the yard, or tie them up)
Annie, the indoor dog, instantly became a dear to me and my mother, which was a given, since we were dog lovers and she was beautiful. But the protests followed, as she had learned to play and bother with any and all humans, a consequence of me coddling her. She was deemed a "bad" dog, who was supposed to be tied up so she could "behave".
It pains me to see her tied up (any of them actually). To live is to be free. Running around, breaking things, snatching clothes are behaviours that indicate she's alive and well, happy to be where she is.
This little rant comes after almost every adult I met expressed the need for a dog to be tied up, which I vehemently disagree with, but my culture frowns upon the young who disagree with the old, hence this piece. They may get a say now, but I tend to give my dogs the freedom that was meant to be theirs.