If Your Dog Has a T-Shirt, You Don’t Need a Handout

Let me preface this by saying that you all know how I feel about dog clothes.

Yesterday, I exited the Metreon (saw Extract — meandering but appealing story, kind of a softer, nicer Coen Brothers movie.  Not worth $11 to see it on a big screen) and made it 3 feet before a woman asked me for change.  

Now, it doesn’t inherently bother me when people on the street asked me for money.  I don’t usually give it, but I don’t Meccanize panhandling.  And I would have just walked on by en route to the Container Store to salivate over organizational devices when, out of the corner of my eye, I saw the “dog” she had with her.

It was a runty, sniffly, wimpy chihuahua…and it was wearing a t-shirt.  Not just any t-shirt, though — a fitted, designer t-shirt.  Yes, I stared long enough and closely enough to see.  No, that does not make me the weird one in this scenario.

For starters, this dog was not a homeless person’s dog.  HP dogs are mangy, scrappy little pieces of shit that just want to be loved.  This dog clearly wouldn’t dane to rest its un-shoed paws on old newspapers gingerly laid down over the cold, dirty sidewalks of SF.  

The questions began flying through my head:

– If this woman an afford to dress her dog, why does she need a handout from me?

– Are her priorities so out of whack that she spent hard-panhandled money on dog clothes instead of alcohol or drugs, in which case, do I really want to reward that behavior?  

– Even if she rooted through trash to find that t-shirt (which, she didn’t, because it was gleaming white as if brand new…ok, so I really looked closely…), she was willing to put the energy in to fashionably clothe her pet but not to pop into a homeless shelter for free food?  

Taking a step back, I was also annoyed that this woman doesn’t seem to get how to be a successful homeless person acheter viagra sur le net.  If you want people to have sympathy and give you money, you don’t do things that make them think you don’t need it.  It’s a tough game out there — on the world stage of homeless, this woman is up against singing blind children in Mumbai, teenagers in Buenos Aires selling homemade bracelets in the subway, and girls in Vietnam forced to turn tricks for food.  If I were going to give money, I’d look for utter helplessness and despair — missing limbs, leaky eyes — not a well-groomed dog cloaked in a $300 piece of fabric.   I don’t think this woman takes her job seriously. 


Written by lindsay in: The Ridiculous | Tags: ,
  • Bulgari Sunglasses

    Good stuff.

  • Dogs

    itz true but have to consider to keep clean the t-shirt.

  • Dogs

    itz true but have to consider to keep clean the t-shirt.

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