As I told you about a month ago, there was a recent motion by my building’s leasing agency to recruit spies from amongst the residents in an effort to subvert the personal freedom of the local canine population.
I am here to report that we, as a community, have not snitched. And we, as a community, appear to have won the battle.
Yesterday, I saw the dog without a tail in the elevator twice, leashless both times. Last week, a friend reported that upon opening her door, she encountered a dog just standing there, looking at her, alone but for its person, who was halfway around the building (it’s a rectangle) yelling the dog’s name.
Yes, the building has returned to its proper social hierarchy after weeks of suspicious glances, hastily shut doors, and muffled woofs. There is a calm. A peace. An understanding. The dogs again run free.
It remains to be seen if the tyrannical regime will make another attempt upon the freedom of our quadruped allies. The possibility is always there, and we, as a community, must be watchful. An attack on any one of our rights to scamper around the hallways sniffing things is an attack on all of our rights to scamper around the hallway sniffing things. And we do not take those rights lightly.
