brief brief brief

just got back from montreal, a day late because out car tires were slashed, with an embarrasing story:

we drove to montreal in leslie's parent's truck, which they very nicely lent to us. back in toronto, we dropped the car off and engaged in small talk with the parents. as we were talking, their small poodle-esque dog came in and did the excited small dog thing. I picked it up because it was adorable.

the rest of the weekend, it is important to stress, was a cat weekend. Battle-cat and Gunther ruled the apartment we stayed at in montreal. they were also adorable and needed to be picked up. cats, i have been told more than once, always land on their feet, so I had no problem dropping the cats when I was bored of them. they did always land on their feet. everything was great.

this dog was cat size. and when I bored of it, I dropped it. Dogs are not as agile in the air as cats.

leslie and friend looked at me in amazement, the mother stared daggers at me and the father said, and I quote, 'if that was my dog, i would have punched you.'

and to make things worse, the dog just kept growling at me. he hated me.