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akujunkanFor all that they claim to love and appreciate nature, the Japanese really don't. Or rather, they appreciate it when it's stylised in art or poetry, but have little affinity for it in real life - one of the reasons why they've paved over their island.
One of the few things I truly hate about this country is their attitude toward animals. Here is a dog in my neighborhood:
It's a german shepard. It spends its whole life in this cage, often alongside its own shit. Their isn't room for it to walk, and every time I walk by, it's either lying down or turning in endless circles.
Here is another dog in my neighborhood. It's a Belgian Shepard. It spends its entire life in this box, on stilts, from which it cannot see outside. It spends most of its time howling.
And here's a third picture. This cage used to house a golden retriever. Like the other two dogs, I never saw it out of the cage. It spent most of its time lying on its side. I have never seen such a pair of sad, dead eyes on any animal, except perhaps veal calves. It had just totally given up. The dog itself is not in the picture because it is dead.
The flowers and the can of Kirin are offerings. This, and the dog house (the sign reads 'Bobby's House') show that the owners are not without affection for these animals. But I just don't understand how the Japanese can have pets that they obviously care for in some fashion, yet be so divorced from any empathy for what these dogs' lives must be like, shut into boxes inside which they can barely move, day after day.
That will be all.
One of the few things I truly hate about this country is their attitude toward animals. Here is a dog in my neighborhood:
It's a german shepard. It spends its whole life in this cage, often alongside its own shit. Their isn't room for it to walk, and every time I walk by, it's either lying down or turning in endless circles.
Here is another dog in my neighborhood. It's a Belgian Shepard. It spends its entire life in this box, on stilts, from which it cannot see outside. It spends most of its time howling.
And here's a third picture. This cage used to house a golden retriever. Like the other two dogs, I never saw it out of the cage. It spent most of its time lying on its side. I have never seen such a pair of sad, dead eyes on any animal, except perhaps veal calves. It had just totally given up. The dog itself is not in the picture because it is dead.
The flowers and the can of Kirin are offerings. This, and the dog house (the sign reads 'Bobby's House') show that the owners are not without affection for these animals. But I just don't understand how the Japanese can have pets that they obviously care for in some fashion, yet be so divorced from any empathy for what these dogs' lives must be like, shut into boxes inside which they can barely move, day after day.
That will be all.
