Gunter was away from beloved home town of Graz but still pleased to be in Vienna at the advent of spring. The last traces of snow had melted and it was a gorgeous Sunday with temperatures climbing over 20 degrees. The good and warm days were ahead.
Unlike in the streets of Bombay and Delhi, Gunter wouldn't have to deal with his worst enemies: the stray dogs. Vienna had none. What freedom to own the streets and not worry about these mutts, Gunter thought as he walked the streets of the Austrian capital.
The Viennese were civilized enough to mind their dogs and keep them in check. They even went a step further and cleaned up after the canines. Why on earth someone would want to keep these dumb, dirty, ugly and aggresive creatures was beyond Gunter. Each time he passed the "Hunde Salon" near the San Stephan Cathedral, Gunter would feel a degree of digust and contempt. This was something that he couldn't change about Vienna.
After a lazy and long lunch, Gunter felt it was time to go for a walk in the glorious garden in the Belvedere Palace Compound. He basked in the sunlight that fought off any hint of clouds. This was a great Sunday, he thought until he heard a strange noise in the garden. It was the unmistakable bark of a poodle.
Angry, Gunter looked at it, exchanging the meanest of glances. Did the mutt or its owners read the sign that said "Hunde Verboten?" As the barks grew louder, Gunter, who was in no mood for a fight, gave a dirty look to the mutt and the law-breaking criminals that brought it inside one of the treasured gardens of the Habsburg Empire.
"I think that dog should be shot," Gunter said. "They all should be... Stray or pets, Indian or Austrian."
The Viennese were civilized enough to mind their dogs and keep them in check. They even went a step further and cleaned up after the canines. Why on earth someone would want to keep these dumb, dirty, ugly and aggresive creatures was beyond Gunter. Each time he passed the "Hunde Salon" near the San Stephan Cathedral, Gunter would feel a degree of digust and contempt. This was something that he couldn't change about Vienna.
After a lazy and long lunch, Gunter felt it was time to go for a walk in the glorious garden in the Belvedere Palace Compound. He basked in the sunlight that fought off any hint of clouds. This was a great Sunday, he thought until he heard a strange noise in the garden. It was the unmistakable bark of a poodle.
Angry, Gunter looked at it, exchanging the meanest of glances. Did the mutt or its owners read the sign that said "Hunde Verboten?" As the barks grew louder, Gunter, who was in no mood for a fight, gave a dirty look to the mutt and the law-breaking criminals that brought it inside one of the treasured gardens of the Habsburg Empire."I think that dog should be shot," Gunter said. "They all should be... Stray or pets, Indian or Austrian."
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