“This is how life flows by…”, said the little doggo. “We are too distracted to dive into what really matters.” “Look at me. Would you, human?”
I am a dog in Zaanse Schans
Ever watched a border collie weave through windmill crowds like she owns the place? Or a labrador sniffing cheese wheels without a care? That’s Zaanse Schans for you – Netherlands’ postcard village where dogs aren’t just tolerated, they’re part of the rhythm. Leashed on paths, lapping from water bowls everywhere, these Dutch pups show how culture shapes what we call ‘good behaviour’. No scolding for curious sniffs, just easy harmony between paws and people.
Walk those cobbled lanes lined with creaking windmills, and you’ll hear it: barks blending with tourist chatter. Here, a dog’s alert yap at cyclists isn’t a noise violation but communication, same as a London growl drawing complaints or Lisbon’s street mutt joining neighborhood songs. Dutch dogs greet wind-scented air with a purpose of guarding heritage, herding families toward stroopwafels.
Doggos world one have one thing in common, always – awesomeness!
*world over