Rebelious rules by Kristina Gallo

I am walking during my lunch pause. Step by step, I am walking and I almost stood at dog poop. This path is full of dog poop, which I can't avoid, but it opens wide my eyes. If I cross on the other side, there are people with dogs. That dogs are without a leash and I must be careful. The world is full of dogs and people who use them as a tool of power, a blanket for loneliness, and as medication for frustration. I have nothing against dogs, as long they don't bite me. If you have a house, you need a dog against burglars. If you live in a flat, that is different. What do you think about it, is your dog barking too much? What do other people in this building say? The point is, most people don't care about others' rights and opinions. This is my dog, and he is in my flat so I will do what I want. Imagine you get up at work early, but the dog barks at night because his owner left. Or he is hungry, or mad.  These are some people's reactions when y