So walking home from the Dundas West Subway Station provides me with two options. The legal way, or the illegal way. The former consists of waiting for a bus to take me a short distance, and then about a 5 minute walk home. The latter is a simple 10 minute walk, taking a short cut through the Go Train tracks (which are fenced off, but someone has conveniently cut holes on both sides). Today I choose to take the illegal route. I crossed the tracks as usual, then something unusual caught my eye in the distance. It was a small, dark, furry animal in the bushes some 20 feet away. An uneasy feeling swelled in the pit of my stomach. And then I was chased down by what turned out to be a larger, black, dog.
I ran. I turned and ran as fast as I did at track and field days back in high school. But I was no match for the dog. It gained, and passed me, snarling as it went. I stopped in my tracks, deciding to face it like a man. Then I saw it's owner running toward it yelling, "Go to sleep, go to sleep!" She did not acknowledge my presence, no, just patted the dog and made it lie down on it's side. I actually swore at her. I didn't mean to, it just slipped out. Actually, I more or less swore in front of her. I said, "Fuck". And then I said nicely, "You should put that thing on a fuckin' leash." Then I said, "Fuck" a little louder as I walked away. She didn't say a word to me.
Some dog owners suck. I took Zena (one of the house dogs) for a walk one day, and I was very careful to keep her tight when someone walked past. If only people were more like me (this statement is only partially serious).
That is all. And I am feeling slightly better today.
posted by matty at 8:28 PM
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