AnswerID: 197723 Submitted: Tuesday, Oct 03, 2006 at 22:54
Gerhardp1
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I just came back from a
Cape York trip and my travelling companions had a dog with them, a Staffie.
No I like the dog, but you can't leave a staffie for a minute before it starts whining and therefore we were unable to see/visit most of the most interesting
places, eg no walk through the
daintree, we could only drive through, no
fishing charter trip, because of the b!oody dog, you get the picture. You should have heard them bitch and moan because they had to pick up its bleep - they would have gladly left it around for us to step in.
So I spent thousands on the trip (and I don't regret going) but I do regret the restrictions caused by the animal which should not have been on the trip at all.
Dog owners are all parochial about their choice of breed as well- owners of large dogs hate the small yappy terrier types, and the terrier types hate the rottweilers (with justification) and I hate the lot of them when they are in the wrong
places. These include Caravan parks, camp grounds, national parks,
Cape York. I hate people who have pit bulls and register them as staffies - these people have a mental defect. One I know has a pit bull which has bitten humans, they have a 5 month old baby and the dog snarls and raises its hackles whenever it catches sight of the infant - and they still think the dog is harmless.
When they are in the right
places, I love dogs, we had them all our lives. But I won't take them travelling and I resent those who do, when it impacts on the enjoyment of humans.
So it's too bad that you spent heaps of money on petrol/diesel going to where you coudn't stay. How dare they not let you know in advance. But if you didn't have the mutt, you wouldn't have had the problem.
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FollowupID: 456294 Submitted:
Wednesday, Oct 04, 2006 at 09:24
Gerhardp1 posted:
Gentlemen, I agree. But the original whinge in this post was about dogs.
And I have done my penance with children, one now 24 and the other 21.
As to why I would travel with the knowledge of the dog, it was because I was leery of going to the tip alone, and when all said and done, one rainforest is much like another. I grew up in Tassie in the central highlands where there used to be plenty of forest (before the woodchipping), there used to be spectacular
fishing, and the national parks didn't charge, you could go anywhere you wanted. No fourbys in those days though, except rare army jeeps.
But you can take children into parks and they don't regurlarly try and shag your leg like the staffie, which has persistence to be admired when trying to get his rocks off. At least you can whack them hard enough so they fall off without hurting them.
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