Das Hunds

I have to mention the dogs in Berlin as I am missing my own dear muttkins.
From our first sighting on the flight from Munich of a woman with a Dashund as carry on luggage, we have continued to see dogs in a large variety of new non North American ways. First of all “das hunds” here all seem to have never made the irrevocable one way trip to the vet to get “tutored” and proudly display their intact testicles. This may explain the sheer quantity of hunds we see. After awhile seeing dogs in bars, cafes, restaurants, malls, on trains, buses, streetcars, and on both the Ubahn and the Sbahn seems perfectly normal. My favourite sighting so far was a dog riding on the back of a bicycle.
I’m not quite sure how he was hanging on – but I was impressed with his skills
Dog owner culture varies form North America and very few dogs here have ever known the restraint of a leash, or had their “sheiss” picked up after them. They run free but seem to have developed a terrific traffic sense and wait patiently for lights and their owners to catch up.
Small dogs are the most popular dog and cross all age and gender groups as far as ownership, other than the punks who all have a cross between a shepard, pit bull, boxer or lab, and always seem to own several dogs. This is definitely not a culture of purebreds, and the funniest dog I saw had the body of a dashund and then large oversize boxer head. He looked quite impressed with what genetics had given him.
There are minor dog disputes under the odd restaurant table and the occasional use of the testicles in parks and of course the sidewalk goodies to avoid, but all in all das hunds of Fredrichshian are delightful to watch in their natural habitat. They know they rule.
I have not seen a single cat.