Today I had a hard taste of reality to start
the new year off, forecasting a perverse penetration of intolerance, violence,
and aggressiveness from our present day world zeitgeist, for us Canucks…
I had just stepped out of my town home to walk
my dog, when arriving to the neighbourhood park we crossed path with a guy and
his leashed dog -as it should-, but mine was not -as I do-. Like always in
these cases, I called Gastón to my side and commanded him to heel. We hadn’t
met these guys before, so Gastón whose neighbourliness is well known decided to
disobey a little and moved closer to say hi.
In an instant, the dog launched violently towards him, with all teeth out, and
growling wildly. The guy had to pull back on the leash hard, and although the
dog was bigger than Gastón, the guy was bigger than me, so the dog was stopped
in his tracks, Gastón had immediately moved out of the way, and we were all
safe.
At that moment, it was heard, like an echo: “Sorry ‘bout that”, “sorry ’bout that”,
since we both said it almost simultaneously, and without even looking at each
other -the shame
and annoyance were so deep-, we kept walking …
It was so bad, we didn’t even wish each other a
happy new year… (I’m sorry ‘bout that).
