Dogs

I'm a dog person. Not in the sci-fi half man/ half dog sense, I just like them. Dogs make the world roughly (ruff!-ly) twenty-seven percent better than I am sure a dog-free world would be. You go to another planet with people on it and no dogs, its definitely not gonna be as good a Earth. And I don't care how many hoverbikes and smellivisions they do have. Its like pretty girls...things are just better when they're around.

Anyway, back home, I find myself around dogs a good portion of the time. (Right here, I'd like to say what's up to my dog Milhouse. And to all you hacker d*cks out there in internetland, know that I don't use that name or any variation of it for any of my 73 different passwords! So nice try.) But I haven't seen too many dogs here in Beirut (check one in the minus column for Beirut). So yesterday when I was walking in my neighborhood and saw someone walking a little Husky puppy (I'm am talking about the breed, not some portly young dog), I naturally asked if I could pet it, which led to this odd exchange:

Me: Dude, awesome dog...can I pet it?

Owner: I guess so, man- just a little bit, okay? I don't want her to get too used to people.

Me: Why? Is it gonna be a guard dog one day or something?

Owner: Naw, I just want her to be more aggressive.

Me: (baffled, a little frightened)

So that was it. I would think you would want your pooch to socialize with other people and dogs as much as possible. And this goes double for a city dog. But not this guy. I have no clue why you would want a mean, aggressive Husky (which is typically a friendly breed, from my experience) unless you wanted it to guard your house or something (like Milhouse!).

However, I am told that this is not the case with most sane people in this country. This makes sense, and since my sample for Lebanese dog owners is so small at this point, I guess I'll have to assume that he was just one of those jerks that you read about.