Friday, April 30, 2004
So, what is the difference between a sword and a knife?
Wednesday morning, I was so close to getting a cat, I could taste it. I barked and barked and barked, and I was ready to run after him, except that my leash kept getting yanked on. I tried to go forward, but Katie kept pulling back. Then the cat ran away and we had to go home. I don't see what the big fuss was about. Something about a sword....
Grady saw a cat as we turned a corner and was getting harder to handle. We saw some guy coming down the sidewalk with a lot of bags, that looked like they were hard for him to handle. So, we crossed to the other side. Apparently, this man was feeling very angry, and not having the happiest of existences, as he took this opportunity to inform me that "my people" were "responsible" for whatever happened to him. Since he at least was not screaming at me, I have no idea what "my people" did to him. I am also reasonably sure that if I were to stop to address "my people" that it would be a very, very, small gathering. I didn't hear him the first time, so I had to say "excuse me." I don't think he cared for that and repeated more than a few times what he had to say. So, I told him to have a nice day. Then he said some otherness things, as we continued to walk the other way down the street.
This would be a good time for a visual. One of those flip pad deals set up like you used to see on the People's Court. Grady and I passed a car. When we got almost to the other side, and then a little past, so that the angry man could see Grady and I, but not anything under or behind the car, a cat decided to come out from hiding. Grady went off on him, in his deep growling bark. The cat barely budged, as cats are want to do when they know damn well that a dog is on a leash. So, I'm telling Grady no, and yanking him off his feet, dragging him away. Now the dog is getting more excited and continuing to bark, because the cat hasn't gone anywhere. I check on the status of angry man. Angry man has apparently decided the dog is a threat, because he has wielded a sword. Personally, "wielded a sword" is vocabulary I only expect to use during a visit to the Renaissance Fairre, the theater, playing D&D or a historical context. It is not a phrase I expect to use to describe my daily life. Since I didn't get a close look, it may not have technically been a sword, but it was certainly at least a foot long, bright and shiny, with a shiny golden hilt.
Wednesday morning, I was so close to getting a cat, I could taste it. I barked and barked and barked, and I was ready to run after him, except that my leash kept getting yanked on. I tried to go forward, but Katie kept pulling back. Then the cat ran away and we had to go home. I don't see what the big fuss was about. Something about a sword....
Grady saw a cat as we turned a corner and was getting harder to handle. We saw some guy coming down the sidewalk with a lot of bags, that looked like they were hard for him to handle. So, we crossed to the other side. Apparently, this man was feeling very angry, and not having the happiest of existences, as he took this opportunity to inform me that "my people" were "responsible" for whatever happened to him. Since he at least was not screaming at me, I have no idea what "my people" did to him. I am also reasonably sure that if I were to stop to address "my people" that it would be a very, very, small gathering. I didn't hear him the first time, so I had to say "excuse me." I don't think he cared for that and repeated more than a few times what he had to say. So, I told him to have a nice day. Then he said some otherness things, as we continued to walk the other way down the street.
This would be a good time for a visual. One of those flip pad deals set up like you used to see on the People's Court. Grady and I passed a car. When we got almost to the other side, and then a little past, so that the angry man could see Grady and I, but not anything under or behind the car, a cat decided to come out from hiding. Grady went off on him, in his deep growling bark. The cat barely budged, as cats are want to do when they know damn well that a dog is on a leash. So, I'm telling Grady no, and yanking him off his feet, dragging him away. Now the dog is getting more excited and continuing to bark, because the cat hasn't gone anywhere. I check on the status of angry man. Angry man has apparently decided the dog is a threat, because he has wielded a sword. Personally, "wielded a sword" is vocabulary I only expect to use during a visit to the Renaissance Fairre, the theater, playing D&D or a historical context. It is not a phrase I expect to use to describe my daily life. Since I didn't get a close look, it may not have technically been a sword, but it was certainly at least a foot long, bright and shiny, with a shiny golden hilt.
Thankfully, the cat decided that maybe he'd move on. Perhaps, doubly thankfully, he exhibited the efficiency that cats and squirrels are known to do when confronted with dogs on leashes. He only moved his but as far as he thought he had to, which was about a foot away from the other side of the car, in sight of angry man. Angry man sheeted, yes, sheathed, his sword. We went home.
