Random Fact 3 1/2
Sophie is car stupid.
That's right, the beast has never figured out that cars are, on average, 3000 lbs. a pop and the she, on average, is 68. It doesn't take a genius to do the math on that one, but then Sophie is no genius. She's a dog, and her preoccupations typically fall to the realm of raw bones and cat poop, not velocity and impact ratios.
What does this have to do with that, up there? Well, that is the reason this is a 3 1/2 random fact. Three and a half, because this post will largely fall to the realm of me bitching about Montreal drivers.
That, up there, is Parc Laurier, just part of the world that Sophie rules. It is a car free zone, and as well it should be. It is a public park. But today, it was a free for all. Today, along the linear stretch of grass to the left of the left hand baseball diamond, Sophie very nearly died.
In the winter, that left hand baseball diamond is used as a skating rink, and a makeshift roadway for rink maintenance is cleared through the snow from the street. Today, as Sophie and I were walking through the park, a stupid driver in his stupid, stupid car flew full speed across the linear stretch of grass and came to a sliding icy halt beside the outdoor rink. He came so close to hitting Sophie as he flew down the makeshift roadway that I could see her fur ruffle. I'm talking millimetres!!! from my beloved beast.
Despite the fact that Sophie is car stupid, this had nothing whatsoever to do with her car stupidity. It had to do with the driver's stupidity. Sophie was not gallivanting about, nor was she standing on the makeshift roadway. She was, in fact, just off the roadway, on her leash, at my side. F%#$@ing jerk!
I was mad as hell and I wasn't going to take it!
I stomped my way through the snow toward the rink and the stupid driver and I yelled at him as loud as I could that he is in a park and that he almost killed my dog. Expecting an argument that in this town, typically begins with an order to speak in French (as if killing my dog is somehow secondary to the language issue), I was raring to go. Bring it on!!!! But the stupid driver simply said, "Oui, Madame, you are right."
Damn it! I wanted to tear a strip off that guy. When your dog comes so close to being shmucked under the wheels of a car in the middle of a fricking park, I can't tell you the height to which your anxiety level rises. I just hope this guy wasn't patronizing me. I hope he knows how close he came to killing Sophie.
And had he killed Sophie, I think I would have killed him back.
What does this have to do with that, up there? Well, that is the reason this is a 3 1/2 random fact. Three and a half, because this post will largely fall to the realm of me bitching about Montreal drivers.
That, up there, is Parc Laurier, just part of the world that Sophie rules. It is a car free zone, and as well it should be. It is a public park. But today, it was a free for all. Today, along the linear stretch of grass to the left of the left hand baseball diamond, Sophie very nearly died.
In the winter, that left hand baseball diamond is used as a skating rink, and a makeshift roadway for rink maintenance is cleared through the snow from the street. Today, as Sophie and I were walking through the park, a stupid driver in his stupid, stupid car flew full speed across the linear stretch of grass and came to a sliding icy halt beside the outdoor rink. He came so close to hitting Sophie as he flew down the makeshift roadway that I could see her fur ruffle. I'm talking millimetres!!! from my beloved beast.
Despite the fact that Sophie is car stupid, this had nothing whatsoever to do with her car stupidity. It had to do with the driver's stupidity. Sophie was not gallivanting about, nor was she standing on the makeshift roadway. She was, in fact, just off the roadway, on her leash, at my side. F%#$@ing jerk!
I was mad as hell and I wasn't going to take it!
I stomped my way through the snow toward the rink and the stupid driver and I yelled at him as loud as I could that he is in a park and that he almost killed my dog. Expecting an argument that in this town, typically begins with an order to speak in French (as if killing my dog is somehow secondary to the language issue), I was raring to go. Bring it on!!!! But the stupid driver simply said, "Oui, Madame, you are right."
Damn it! I wanted to tear a strip off that guy. When your dog comes so close to being shmucked under the wheels of a car in the middle of a fricking park, I can't tell you the height to which your anxiety level rises. I just hope this guy wasn't patronizing me. I hope he knows how close he came to killing Sophie.
And had he killed Sophie, I think I would have killed him back.
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