In the Campo San Margarita, two
elderly women talk to each other, their small terriers tangling and untangling
their leashes, completely ignored. Just as the women have coordinated clothing
and carefully arranged hair, the dogs are immaculately groomed and have dainty
harnesses, rather than collars. Clean and well conditioned, the dogs’ coats
glisten in the sunlight. They are silent, but full of movement, and the women
continue their conversation, seemingly oblivious to the creatures with them.
Among the endless stream of passerby, the dogs are also unacknowledged.
Children do not stop to pet the dogs, and teenage girls do not fawn over the
lovely creatures. After a moment, the women part ways, exchanging kisses and
looking down long enough to gently tug their pets apart before dispersing into
nearby streets with their dutiful companions.
Several
streets over, a man strolls through narrow, busy streets, his toy bulldog
unleashed and scurrying to keep up while darting from side to side, exploring
the abundance of smells. The man stops to greet an acquaintance and the bulldog
darts into a corner café. He weaves between the legs of the people enjoying
their espresso and even dares to investigate the area behind the food counter.
No one pays the dog any attention or minds that he is near the food, perhaps
because his pristine black fur is a testament to his cleanliness. His master
begins walking again and the dog lingers only a moment before resuming his
exploration in the wake of the man. The man gives no indication that the dog
ever left his side, or that he is there at all.
Farther
along in the Campo San Polo, two unusually large dogs are playing, a leashed
golden retriever and an unleashed Australian Shepherd. They dwarf the majority of toy breeds and
terriers in the city, and the golden retriever is too large to be ignored while
he leaps around the Australian Shepherd. His owner is pulled aside as he
converses with a friend, but he braces himself against the animal and they do
their best to continue talking uninterrupted. Several minutes pass in which the
dogs happily jump and wrestle in the open space, as joyful as the children
playing soccer on the other side of the campo. After a while, a woman steps in
to calm the dogs, leashing the Australian Shepherd. The owners thank each other
before going their separate ways. It is as if they have done each other a
favor, allowing their pets a moment to be wild and enjoy the space of the campo
in the normally tight confines of the city. As the owners walk off, the dogs
follow obediently, happy to have played for a short while.
In Venice,
the dogs are treated more as show pieces than as loveable pets. As a general
rule, they are perfectly groomed and well behaved, barking only occasionally.
For a dog to casually wander a café, it must be expected that the dog is
impressively clean and well behaved. Furthermore, the attention paid to the
dogs in public is minimal. Where it is common in the United States to pet a
stranger’s dog or for owners to periodically succumb to flamboyant displays of
affection for their own animals, the dogs in Venice are largely ignored in
public. No conclusion can be drawn about the private relationship between
canine and master, but the public relationship is one in which the dog is
clearly well cared for but affection is highly reserved and aloof. While the
majority of the dogs are small breeds, there is no blatantly dominant presence
of a popular breed. In the United States, Labrador Retrievers, Golden
Retrievers, and German Shepherds overwhelm dog parks. Large and affectionate
dogs are the clear favorite, whereas dog owners in Venice seem to pick small
but flashy dogs of a wide variety. There is a sense of originality in the
selection of dog breed that emphasizes the dogs’ use as a showpiece and even a
status symbol, rather than a loving companion. The Venetian attitude towards
dogs reflects their attitude towards outward appearance as a whole. The
Venetians are always well dressed when the leave their homes, another
indication of the importance of presentation. There is a sense that Venetians
have a private face and a public face. Their dogs serve to enhance their public
face, giving them a unique accessory.
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