South Beach meets New England

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My kids were piecefully playing that evening on the local Darien school playground when a dog came running to us. It was one of these fat cute neutered family-friendly dogs that just stay puppies 'till the die. I heard "he's friendly! he's friendly" screaming lady owner who came dashing after him. At first I though it was a mix, but the lady owner jumped ahead saying it's a very rare red labrador to prevent such awful thoughts. She was as friendly just as her dog chatting non-stop and 5 minutes later I became familiar with this dog's pedigree, sleeping and pooping habits, favorite food and his baby pictures.

The only thing I really paid attention to was that this royalty dog was limping really badly and could barely walk. I asked the lady that happened conserning if this dog been in accident. She was happily to announce that it was just an "improvement" his vet recommended: replace a hip. It turns out that all labs, german sheperds and boxers were created by nature the way they need a hip replacement surgery once in a lifetime. She cheerfully explained that EVERY dog on her block had this surgery. It's like you are obligated to do it if you own one of these breeds. She said that their legs created too low to handle all these pressure and eventually they all hurt their knees. I asked how much did it cost (out of curiosity) and it turned out to be $10,000!!!!! Of course you can do a cheep surgery for $4,500 but the leg may fall out - there's no guearntee. And some people actually trying to save money on their dogs this way, cheep unhuman irresponsible bastards! her face turned red when she spoke about her neighbors who didn't go for a "whole package" and now their poor dog is set to suffer 'till rest of his life.

OK, I don't care if reach people throw away their money to pet knee surgery (even though there are thousands of kids dying every day simply because they can't get the medication not to mention surgeries). At this time I concern about poor dogs. Just because vets need more money it doesn't meen dogs have to suffer. Why do they have to go through totally unnecessary surgery??? Pleeeeese, don't tell me that every lab needs an artificial hip. Dogs are dogs. God help them here in sweet town of Darien.

Labels: connecticut, darien, new england

Another beautiful Sunday morning on Compo Beach, Westport. I love going there before 10 am since it's mostly empty. The majority of Westport residents are attending church services (they're all good citizens after all!) and my kids can have a beach playground to themselves. As I mentioned before, Westport has a rather strict dress code: polos, Lilly outfits for girls (God forbid your child is wearing something from GAP!) and Crocs on their little feet. I personally feel that Crocs are ugly. OK, colorful ugly. Even for kids. My husband has different taste in clothing and he accidentally bough them in NYC for a little one. But they're NOT CROCS! Poor thing had no idea that it's very sinful to buy CROCS-look-alike for a little child. He had no clue. He thought they're adorable and cheap. So Emily wore them.
While little angel was swinging on the tire the old lady appeared and asked if I am a mother or a nanny. After I politely acknowledged her about my relationship to these two blond children she shook her head and said how some parents could be irresponsible. She pointed out that Emily's shoes were not ORIGINAL CROCS!!!! Damn, that little alligator on the side was missing!!!! How on the earth she could notice that???? Anyway, she said that it's dangerous to wear "fake ones" since only CROCS are made from bacteria-resistant rubber. OMG, my child was definitely in the danger. Thank you, ladies of Westport for keeping an eye on such important things.
And kudos to CROC's marketing people. Great brainwashing, folks! Keep up a good work.
Gee, I miss South Beach.