One of the annoying things about travelling in a new city is knowing where you can go to the toilet. Are there public toilets in this city? Do I have to go and buy a drink just so I can use a toilet at this cafe in this city (vicious cycle this one)? Will I have to have change ready to pay the cleaner or person handing out toilet paper? Will there be any toilet stops on this 8 hour bus trip or will I once again have to deliberately dehydrate myself?
It’s bad enough as a human but imagine life as a dog. Personally, if I were a dog I’d head to Buenos Aires. When I was there a few years ago nobody seemed to give a sh*t (pun intended) about where dogs can take a dump. The stuff is everywhere! Tourists in Buenos Aires take note!! – walk with eyes DOWN, stop, THEN look up.
A recent visit to Maasland in The Netherlands left me feeling a bit confused about the dog poo etiquette in this country. Take a look at this sign:
Now my Dutch friend insisted that this sign means NO Number Twos Here. But I’m not convinced. If I were a dog, and could read signs, I would think this sign was commanding me to Definitely Do Number Twos Here. And that beautiful green patch of grass….oh yeah!!!
Misreading the sign…well it’s the sort of thing that could get you kicked out of the country.
Thankfully in Spain, life for dogs is much easier. Although as a human I find there are rather a lot of mysteries in España (why the shops seem to open late and close early even though the country is in the midst of an economic crisis), they do make it clear about where it isn’t okay for canines to make a Long Call (for more information about Short Calls and Long Calls check out my post from Uganda: When You Gotta Go, You Gotta Go). Everyone in the Netherlands, please observe:
By the way, this is the sort of silly trite you start thinking about after one year of travelling. Thanks for listening.