This day was going pretty well until I took the dogs for a walk 20 minutes ago. Because they are incapable of passing another dog without flipping their collective lids, they saw a pup and pulled me through a puddle where I had a spectacular wipe-out and landed (shoes, knees and elbows – both of each though I’m not sure how) in not only the puddle, but the adjacent mountain of unscooped dog shit.
Have I mentioned how irresponsible dog-owners (along with car-centric planning of any kind) top my list of pet (no pun intended) peeves? As if you just let your dog shit all over the place! I wish to god there was a job busting people for that kind of thing. How vigilant I would be! No one would be safe, especially not the horse cops who let their steeds dump steaming heaps all over the streets of Hamilton.
And to think! Just this morning I was saying I didn’t think I’d ever be upset about stepping in dog shit again because it would make me think of this toy, which would crack me up. The humour is not lost on me now, but oh man…I’m still pretty pissed at my hounds.
Anyway, BEFORE that, I was busy with leather goods (which I’ll photograph tomorrow) and hanging ten paintings at Volunteer Hamilton down on King Street East. They emailed me last week to see if I would bring some paintings by for the month of December.
Hit them up during Night in the Village on December 5th.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some dogs to ignore.