Driving to work. My Lovely Wife has just been dropped off with a kiss. My hand reaches towards the stereo, poised to eliminate the noxious noise spewing from the local radio station that My Lovely Wife insists we listen to on the morning drive. But, I pause as the speakers emit the sounds of — what the? — Daft Punk? On Halifax morning radio?! Perplexed, I let my hand drift back to the steering wheel as the radio plays on. As the song comes to a close, I shake my head minutely, wondering who’s synapse misfiring allowed something other than AC/DC or BTO on the air this morning. (Yes, I am taking care of business and, no, I do not need you to repeat it over and over and over again, so please just shut up already). BUT… as my finger stands posed again to blot out the radio, on comes… Franz Ferdinand?!
Utterly confused with the lack of crap coming out of the speakers, I clutch the steering wheel tightly, attempting to keep the vehicle straight while the world goes insane around me.
And then the final nail in the weirdness of my morning is driven home.
My eyes focus on the pick-up in front of me. Slightly beat-up. Three young guys with baseball caps filling the cab.
And dog in the back. A rottweiler.
And wearing them comfortably — nay, with a certain… panache. He could have been wearing an ascot and a well-fitted red velvet smoking jacket and not looked any more comfortable with himself.
Goddammit, that dog was a freaking superhero.
So, I hereby dedicate this day to be Wicked Cool Superhero Dog Day.
Mark your calendars.
P.S. As I try not to have my morning commute end with me veering blindly into oncoming cars, I did not have my camera readily at hand and thus have no photographic evidence of said canine.
Instead, please allow me to offer you… 20 DOGS WITH GOGGLES!
Goggle dogs. Making the world safe for you and for me.