Lol – I think I could write a blog just about the dogs who work as welcome hosts in shops in Vienna. This frenchie can be found in a shop at Lugeck.
It’s your dog, dude! It’s also your crap!! Get your shit together!
The first winter I was skiing here, I was told that there would be a Rodelbahn (bobsleigh course) where we were going. And I was sooo excited.. I told everyone that we could go Rodeln in the dark! That is, I told them we could go Rudeln (pronounciation error). And my friend was cracking up, asking me where on earth I’d get a Rudel (pack of dogs or other pack animals).
To combat dogshit, the city of Vienna gives away free doggy bags to everyone by filling up these dispensers that can be found all over the city. Can’t say that it is perfect as people still neglect to pick up the shit from their dogs, but one does hope that it at least makes some impact. The bags are of good quality, just so you know!
I’ve noticed lately that when I upload straight from my phone, the picture does not fill the screen and it becomes blurry and lower quality… which is a shame. So, I’m now posting one day in advance, so that I can get to my computer at night to upload. That way you don’t have to put up with empty spaces and blurry shots. 🙂
Something that can be really frustrating for someone moving to Vienna/Austria from a somewhat ‘normal’ country where shops are open on Sunday, is just that: Shops are not open on Sunday. Not even supermarkets. Nix. Nada. Even though I grew up in a country where the situation is similar, I had become accustomed to do my grocery shopping on Sunday in New Zealand, when I finally could find the time to do so. Stress free, no fuss. So, I often ended up without food on Sundays when I first got here, and it took a while before I found the shops that are open on Sunday. There are five supermarkets that I know of: Billa Franz Josef Bahnhof (in the picture above), Westbahnhof supermarket (really small), Spar Pronto at Landstrasse (small), Spar Pronto at Hauptbahnhof (small to medium but pretty good), and Billa Praterstern (Quite decent even on a Sunday but crazy full of people). Perhaps you can detect a pattern there… (Train stations!). There are also Turkish supermarkets around the place that are open on Sundays, so you’re lucky if you end up living next to one of those.
The experience of Billa Franz Josef Bhof though is one that always fascinates me. The place is always full of bogans, with a lot of dogs. The proliferation of people with bright coloured hair, piercings and collections of dogs don’t always go well with the streams of people pouring into the supermarket on Sundays. I’ve never felt threatened or unconfortable, but I have seen those who have got into arguments with the bogans when they’re asking for money. Some people just don’t want to look at things that aren’t “pretty” when going shopping, I suppose. The worst thing that’s ever happened to me here was that someone asked me for 10 cents. Can’t say that that’s scared me off! 🙂
I think I’ve already described the Viennese people’s love for their dogs. They bring them everywhere. But, on the subway they have to wear a muzzle, and be on a leash. However. Last night as I was almost too tired to stand up, this peron walks into the subway with his dog, tells the creature (quite sizeable) to sit, and then sits down with his dog to fasten the muzzle. The dog is obedient and does what he’s told. Then there is this looooong while, where he just sits there with the dog, petting him and talking sweetly to him, while the dog is looking lovingly back at him. He is obviously oblivious to losing his pants (I believe this is a better angle for the picture than say, 2 o’clock from here). Often when I see people who are considered to be on the ‘outskirts’ of society interact with their dogs, I think to myself that they can’t be such bad people. If they can love and care for a creature that is dependent on them for food but cannot give anything but love in return, then they’re already doing a lot better than many rich people.