I used to get very annoyed when eating out in Monte Carlo. There are hundreds of silly rich women who carry those daft little dogs in their handbags. They would sit them on the banquette and the waiter would bring them a dish of meat and put it on the table. The beautiful tiled pavements and shopping arcades were a minefield to walk on as they were always full of excreta, even though they were regularly hosed down.
I was horrifically bullied on one expat forum for saying that dogs should not be in a restaurant kitchen. I was accused of being a dog hater, which I am not, I just like well behaved dogs in the right place!
MY daughter lived on a quiet lane in a village and one man would bring his dog down every single morning and let it squat right outside her door. She pointed out that she had six children using the path and they frequently trod in it and brought it into the house. She got nowhere, until her very tall, well built husband had a word with him.
I had a landlady once who had been sterilised, voluntarily, at 26, as she hated children so much. She had a big, slobbery boxer that slept in her bed and she said, very seriously, that if it died it would be as great a tragedy as if a child died. I suggested she did not repeat that to any parent who had lost a child. Did she expect the dog to outlive her?
I really like animals, but I find many animal-owners totally unreasonable.