Every suburb, it seems, has its desex parrot—a rare breed among the 30-50 regular visitors to medium to large-sized dog parks. Strangely, it’s always a female, obsessively interested in someone else’s dog’s sexual status, and I can’t help but wonder why.
This long weekend, I decided to read ‘On the Road‘ by Jack Kerouac, inspired by someone’s mention last week. I haven’t told L that I’m reading something, therefore I’m I skipping writing yesterday, citing the excuse that it was Australia Day. These days, I’m playing the role of a ‘staying home girlfriend with a boyfriend overseas,’ which isn’t as enjoyable as it sounds. L wants me to be productive and consistent, posting every day as if I were a ‘staying home gf with a bf overseas.’ I don’t know which is better: go to work and waste my life working for someone VS Not able do things that I like because being productive and consistent takes so much effort and energy, and I can’t even read a book openly (but I still have time to doom-scroll, so I’m just making excuses, am I not?)
I’m torn.
I admit, I like the book. Not that it’s easy to read—my attempt to read in English ended after a few paragraphs. Jack Kerouac wrote this book in three weeks, fueled by amphetamines, typing feverishly on a scroll of paper that was 120 feet long.
I don’t want to cut my dog’s balls, Sometimes I wonder if they (dogs) just pretend not to speak any languages but understand everything to avoid paying taxes and bills. But even if Django speaks Korean, I don’t think any dogs, or even any animals, want to be castrated for reasons like 1. Become docile (easier to train) 2. No peeing (marking) indoor 3. make them calm, less energetic (this is the most stupid, messed-up reason)
When desex parrots initiate their TED talks or repeat the same questions, I usually respond with a noncommittal, “Oh, I see, haha, good to know,” and swiftly exit the conversation. I’ve had dogs throughout my life and observed how hormone imbalances from unnecessary neutering can change their bodies and behavior over time. However, I don’t go around telling people about the disadvantages of cutting their dogs’ balls because, at the end of the day, they are the ones responsible for their pets and its reproduce organs.
I once confronted a dog owner at Rhodes foreshore park because he (Chinese, I assume) abused his dog violently only because it’s a puppy, and it wanted to play with other dogs. I asked, “why do you treat your dog like that? It’s hurting your dog” There must be better ways to introduce his puppy to other dogs when the puppy has no clue because it’s its first time. And if he’s that violent, almost animal cruelty for a puppy being a puppy, there must be a reason. My curiosity won my introvert-ness. Also, I was worried he might eat that chicken nugget-looking brown colour poodle cross for dinner. A puppy being a puppy annoys him that much, made him abuse a puppy like that… He’d easily kill and eat it! He yelled at me furiously, “mind your own business!” I fucked off with both hands up. He’s in the right. Even though he has a lot of issues, especially with his emotion control, and it’s the way he trains his dog, it’s his business. I saw the angry owner and his chicken nugget poodle cross at the same park the other day; he looked happy that day. I just wish the chicken nugget the best life.
It’s always women, always alone. There’s a lady, likely Chinese, who has asked me three times if Django is desexed. The first encounter was when we introduced ourselves at the park, and she asked about Django’s age and desexing status. I avoided that park for months to steer clear of her.
Last month, I was FaceTiming with L and watching Django at the same time. Not gonna lie here, I’m not a great multitasker. The Chinese lady came at me asked, “is the black and white dog yours?” I said “yes.” She asked me back, “is your dog desexed?” At this point, I was already annoyed because I was watching (side-eye) how Django was interacting with other dogs at the park; he was normal, nothing sexual or aggressive. I asked back, “why are you asking? Did my dog hump yours?” Because then, I can understand why she’s concerned, concerned that much, so walk 100 metres and talked to me even though I was on the phone.
Django humping others without consent hardly ever happens though because I hate people unsupervising their dogs or kids playing while they’re busy gossiping themselves. So I look at what Django is doing all the time when he’s not alone, and he’s full-on investigation mode. Django likes to investigate bitches’ pussy by smelling and licking it.
Desex nazi said “No, but there’s a dog on heat in this park.”
What the fuck is this desex police on seriously? Firstly, it’s not that your dog is on heat. Secondly, my dog is doing nothing to the dog on its heat. So I hung up the phone, walked 100 meters to where dogs were playing, met the dog on heat and its owner. Another chicken nugget-looking poodle cross dog was on a leash, with the owner; Django was smelling random dogs’ buttholes, couldn’t be peaceful except the desex police existence. The dog on heat and owner were nice; they never worried, didn’t even recognize Django was there when I asked if Django bothered them. So I don’t know what made this desex police walk 100 meters to come talk to me to warn or inform me there’s a dog on heat. Like can you relax, woman?
Last week, my neighbor was dog-sitting his friend’s dog, and we met at the park. Despite my reluctance due to the desex nazi Asian woman, she was there again. To my surprise, she asked my neighbor if his friend’s dog was desexed, leaving me speechless. Firstly, my neighbor was dog-sitting a XX chromosome dog, so there’s no chance your dog or other dogs are getting pregnant even if my neighbor’s dog isn’t neutered. Secondly, my friend mentioned earlier that he’s doing dog sitting; this is not his dog; he’s getting to know the dog and so on… and the desex manic still asks questions like “is your friend’s dog desexed?” Like, don’t you have any better questions than desex? I started to think if she’s actually $3x manic or desperate for $3x. She needs a boyfriend, not a dog.
It’s always a female. Not a single male has inquired about my dog’s spaying. Women seem to have their peculiarities. Famous male artists like Jack Kerouac, Murakami Haruki, David Foster Wallace, and even Van Gogh are often accused of letting their testosterone influence their work. Misogyny is prevalent, and I had to Google the opposite term, Misandry, though it’s rarely used. (and I have never heard of) The reason misogyny is so widespread is that women care too much. Men live without thinking—cum, get fed, and they are happy. But look at this woman, writing a 3,658 characters essay about dog’s balls. Crazy.
