On the way to the lighthouse, there is a playground that I pass during my evening walks.
It’s usually empty at this time of day, but sometimes I see teenagers vaping or old people
chatting while walking their dogs. That particular evening, there was a family with three
huskies there—a little boy spinning on a carousel, his father throwing sticks for the dogs
to fetch, and his mother sitting on a bench with a baby. A beautiful genre scene, one might say,
except that at one point one of the dogs, running past the carousel, unexpectedly bit the boy.
You can imagine the terrified boy screaming, and it took his father a while to calm him down.
And here is the thing—it was their family dog. What would happen if it were a stranger’s
and something like American Bully XL? More importantly, if the police found me carrying
a pocket knife only slightly longer than three inches, that would be a criminal offence,
but walking around with over a hundred pounds of muscle and fangs on the loose is just fine.
I like the logic behind that.