August 06, 2008
Is Nothing Sacred???
I suppose they know this means war:
Saudi Arabia's religious police have announced a ban on selling cats and dogs as pets, or walking them in public in the Saudi capital, because of men using them as a means of making passes at women, an official said on Wednesday.
Othman al-Othman, head of the Commission for the Promotion of Virtue and the Prevention of Vice in Riyadh, known as the Muttawa, told the Saudi edition of al-Hayat daily that the commission has started enforcing an old religious edict.
He said the commission was implementing a decision taken a month ago by the acting governor of the capital, Prince Sattam bin Abdul Aziz, adding that it follows an old edict issued by the supreme council of Saudi scholars.
The reason behind reinforcing the edict now was a rising fashion among some men using pets in public "to make passes on women and disturb families," he said, without giving more details.
Posted by Cassandra at August 6, 2008 12:49 PM
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Posted by: Ymarsakar at August 6, 2008 01:29 PM
Never trust anyone who doesn't like animals.
Posted by: MikeD at August 6, 2008 01:32 PM
*shakes head* In spite of their oil wealth, they really are an impoverished people...
Posted by: bt_what-me-worry_hun at August 6, 2008 01:39 PM
To a sufficiently debauched mind, any word, gesture or action looks sexual.
Posted by: F451 at August 6, 2008 01:44 PM
Oh, heck, all they had to do was to sniff another line of white stuff, you know, that stuff they got caught with in a Dubai hotel.
Just pray they don't take out their venom on the poor doggies and kitties.
Posted by: DougW at August 6, 2008 02:12 PM
Yet another reason we should be developing more of our own energy instead of buying it from Our Friends the Saudis.
they really are an impoverished people...
Posted by: Schnauzer at August 6, 2008 03:04 PM
Posted by: Grim at August 6, 2008 03:27 PM
In fact and indeed.
Posted by: bt_what-me-worry_hun at August 6, 2008 03:37 PM
Well, whaddya expect?
Sausage isn't halal...
Posted by: BillT at August 6, 2008 04:07 PM
Look, buster, it's not easy being a celeb.
Women can't take their eyes off me. Animals... all of them.
Posted by: Sausage at August 6, 2008 04:14 PM
Animals... all of them.
Just the ones who hang out at the Castle.
Kats, FuzzyBears, WereKittens...
Posted by: BillT at August 6, 2008 04:23 PM
Cripes, that's the oldest game in the world. I usta borrow my sister's Irish Setter and wander around campus (uh, 30 years ago, when I was young enough to play that game). Cheez, the girls love that stuff. Big, stupid, red dog. A bandana around his neck, and maybe a Frisbee. Yeah, that was the ticket.
And it doesn't work with a housecat. They don't respond well to being on a leash. And most Frisbees are too big for a cat to handle, I think.
Those Saudis. What a bunch of killjoys. Does living in the desert with all that sand destroy your sense of humor? Mathmom, what think ye?
Posted by: Don Brouhaha at August 6, 2008 04:39 PM
Yeah, because the sexual connotations of picking up women with bunny rabbits are *so* much better!
Posted by: Yu-Ain Gonnano at August 6, 2008 06:22 PM
It's all those camels, Don.
Posted by: Ymarsakar at August 6, 2008 07:18 PM
Yes, families with small children love goggies and kitties and go nuts over the wish to pet same.
Then there is a plea, which crescendoes into whining and crying, for them to have a dog or a cat.
Just Say No.
Of course, the by then mucus-covered urchins are threatening to hold their collective breath, bang their heads on the floor, and if you are really lucky, to never speak to you again.
All this is water off a duck's back, however, as living in government quarters means that you can have a pet, as long as the quarters are as pristine as the day they were finished when you, the ten thousandth family to live there, leave.
If you have neighbors who have a dog, the neighbors will need to board said dog. Of course, you are their best friends! For a price.
The children then find out how much work a dog really is, and by the end of two weeks of getting up at the crack of midnight, and every two hours after to take the animal for a walk, cleaning up the mine field in the yard, feeding, grooming, trips to the vet, they are happy to hand the leash back over to the original owners.
Peace has been restored and will remain so until the next younger child wants a pet.
Then you go through it all over again until you succumb and get them a pet.
Happiness really is a warm puppy.
Posted by: Cranky Retiree Spouse at August 6, 2008 09:57 PM