My old blog was compromised so I had to fire up this bad boy. Hopefully I will be writing more here than on my old one, but we’ll just have to wait and see if I can pull myself away from work long enough to write anything of substance. (And by work, I mean playing Final Fantasy III on my new DS)
Anyway, I was walking Winston the Pug up Robson Street tonight and I was trying to get him to act like anything other than a wild hyena to no avail. He was tugging and pulling and wandering all over the place. I tried to get him to “SIT!” when we were waiting for the light to change and all he did was look at me and tilt his hear 45 degrees as though to say “What? I have no idea what this ’sit’ thing you’re talking about is, even though I’ve done it hundreds of times beforeOHMYGODLOOKATTHAT!” and then he would try to chase something.
So as I stood there in the rain, trying to get this super furry animal to bend to my will, someone actually had the gall to say “YOU sit!” after I gave my dog the command.
I turned to see some old hooded-hag glaring at me. “Why don’t YOU try sitting on the wet ground!” she said.
I told her that I wouldn’t because I’m not a dog and that I’m trying to get him to be obedient. And the she told me that maybe I should think about his feelings first.
Welcome to the Wet Coast
