The new animal protection law seeks to give the so-called beasts – the new conflict in Gaza shows that humans are more suited to the term – the dignified life that every living being that populates Spain deserves.
The atrocious images of animals bred in captivity – the latest, those of rabbits – with the sole objective of becoming an element of a human laboratory, be it gastronomic, biological or in a prêt a porter or haute couture clothing factory, are proof that there is a lot of ground to conquer. Not only in the fiduciary mind of the breeder and the handler of the animal turned into a product, but also in the complicity of the consumer when accepting the atrocity.
I understand and even applaud that, after seeing the poor state in which animals raised on certain farms survive, a few carnivores join the extensive movement of vegans, vegetarians and the entire string of -ians that populate the earth. It’s not my case, because, deep down, I’m a bad beast.
What I don’t like about this new law that they have sold us as the most advanced law of the laws of the advanced world – the eco courtiers of Sumar and Comuns always love to be the most of the most in eco-friendly matters – is its conservatism regarding some animalistic norms that govern in countries with more democratic tradition and, therefore, humanist than ours.
Many times, the rules are made in the image and likeness of the citizens.
Unlike France, a country that I often use as an example because I like Brassens and his love for cats, in Spain it is quite impossible to find a hotel where you accept your pets. There are exceptions, of course, like Hostal Pedraforca, a hostel where you can rest and eat very well surrounded by a magical mountain.
And it is almost impossible to find a restaurant or bar where you can enter with your pet (a bad word because it has a hint of slavery). Not to mention supermarkets or grocery stores, where it is possible to sell products of high quality for human health but which are prohibited for animals that, more or less, have been duly identified as required by law.
Many people are bothered by animals, out of fear or for other psychological reasons. And it bothers me many people who should, by decree, enter public places more cleanly.
The new law not only does not make it easier to have a normal life with your dog, cat or cute canary, but it also makes it impossible to go shopping, in my case, with my dog ??Peabody, because these left-wing echo courtiers have gotten out of their heads. nobler prohibit tying pets in areas reserved for their momentary exile. They say it’s for our good. Because they are stolen from us or we lose them, as if we were, as always, brainless idiots.
The walks, apart from being healthy for your health, serve to carry out household chores and kill, as they say in the language of Jara and fishing line, two birds with one stone. I usually walk Peabody with the shopping bag and halfway through, I tie the dog outside the store and make a quick purchase. Before, Mercè or Núria let me have Peabody, a small Beagle, kept in a box under her feet, but it was no longer legal and I decided to tie her to the entrance. Now I can’t anymore.
Faced with the new difficulties and the new law already published in the BOE, I decided to park the car before getting home and make an express purchase so I could walk Peabody without fear of her getting lost or stolen. I thank my beloved “atrocities” – a term that an acquaintance of mine used to name the authorities – for protecting me so much. It’s a shame that their protection ended in a fine that the City Police gave me for not parking the car in a parking lot that, by the way, was full.