So there’s a transit strike in Montreal so I rode my bike to class tonight. Just before I got home, I passed SOME IDIOT WOMAN who was walking her (black) dog UNLEASHED on the unlit BIKE PATH (which you may remember from such rants as The BIKE path is for people on BIKES. That is why it is called the BIKE path).
Sure enough, after I passed her, the dog darted onto the path, an oncoming cyclist ran into it, and judging from the horrible cries it was making, the poor thing got creamed! I had to hear the dog shrieking in pain! I hope the poor cyclist wasn’t injured too! (She was standing, so I assume that she was at least physically okay, leaving aside the trauma she must have experienced.)
WOMAN, WHAT IN HELL WERE YOU THINKING? What a good idea, I think I’ll take an excitable, black dog onto a path that I’m not supposed to be on, unleashed, where there are fast, silent metal objects zipping back and forth to chase, more than usual due to the transit strike, at ten at night where there are no lights!
You walking, leaking Fleet enema of a person, I hope the veterinarian soaks you for every cent you own. You don’t deserve to have pets any more sentient or mobile than a geranium.
(This is the conjunction of two things that fucking piss me off: people walking on bike paths, alluded to previously, and people not leashing their goddamn dogs. Two months ago I was at a bus stop when these two cretins walked their large, half-savage dog up to the depanneur and fucking left it sitting there while they went in to buy their poisons of choice. Naturally, when it encountered an irresistible stimulation such as, oh, cars and pedestrians, it flipped out, started snapping at passersby, and darted out into traffic, nearly getting itself creamed. I screamed at them to call their dog, and the woman came out of the store, called the dog over, and then left it there again!! And then January before last, this guy left his huge attack dogs outside the dep, leashed but not properly tied, and one of them saw me, leapt out, and attacked me while I was on crutches and in a cast. When I’m Queen, this behaviour will be grounds for immediate, avulsive neutering – of the owners.)