something self-rightous

at the end of the day sitting at the table listening to someone else tell me about how his day was perfect till he got on the bus and someone with a dog in a harness sat next to him. how can people who love animals do that, its so inhumane, if he had a dog he would never torture it in a harness and how can people who love dogs do that to them, he complained, dont they know how suffering it is for the dog, and dont say he cant tell it is, the dog looked right at him and he could see the humiliation in its eyes.

he wanted to tell the person how wrong it is to have a dog in a harness and not on a collar which is humane. he went on to claim that harnesses were never seen in quebec, well ok maybe once in a while, and people in quebec would say something about it, and only since moving to toronto did he see it all the time. while here you cant say any thing as so many other people with and without dogs think it is ok and so he held his tounge and was proud of the fact he held on to his tounge because he was sooooo angry about it, and how it must of been all the time he was doing at the buddhist temple was teaching him to forgive people and making him mindful that helped him hold his tounge. and that was how his almost perfect day was ruined.

he then asked me; i suppose because im an english canadian who seemed less narrow minded than most to him, and would likely agree with him, ''why do people here do that'', and i told him what i had been thinking while he was telling me about how his day had been made less than almost perfect; i thought a harness held the dog by the chest and not by the neck as a collar does so the harness dosnt choke the dog as it pulls on the leash possibly hurting its little doggie throat, like when they used horses to pull carriages they didnt make them pull with their necks but by a harness on the chest and i think i mentioned that is maybe why seeing eye dogs are in a harness.

first he looked at the table then at the stairs to the second floor and then said he would have to ask someone else about that, and he had to put some things he brought home away before supper and went upstairs.

and so i sat there at the end of the day thinking of how my day had been almost perfect till he came in and began telling me about his day, thinking to myself ''im glad that im not a dog in quebec, glad im not his dog.''