inline skates are not rabbits

I do wish that small dogs would understand this. Specifically the West Highland Terrier which went for me this evening as I was gliding gracefully down the pavement on Clapham Park Road. It all got much less graceful pretty quickly. Barky went mental and lunged at my skates (white and yellow Salomon TR9s, dear reader), thinking them some sort of mutant wheeled rabbits, I surmise (who can fathom the mind of a terrier?) So, evasive manouvers were necessary...I sashayed to the right, quite elegantly I might add, but then, oh dear, I lost it quite spectacularly and barreled headlong into some inconveniently placed crash barriers (they were replacing paving slabs or something), going arse over teakettle and skidding quite impressively along, all the while abrading skin from my poor arms. I must have looked a twit.

I did, however, get some appreciative honks from passing motorists and felt obliged to raise my fist in a salute to my own humiliation. Actually, I never feel particularly humiliated when I fall - it usually cracks me up, just as soon as I get my breath back. And if it gives passers-by a nice dose of schadenfreude, well, that's just tickety-boo.

Anyhoo, it got me thinking about how to avoid such a scenario in future. The answer, I'm sure you will agree, is skate-mounted anti-dog lasers. Simple and also elegant. How hard can it be?

Comments

[Ben Dummett]

Ohhh, 'schadenfreude' nice word.

[Orlando Copithorne]

Anti-dog lasers sounds like a really good idea. I could have used one from time to time, with great effect, when I still had my corporeal being.

Yours from Cyberspace

Orlando

[Rik Abel]

Ben - thanks! I hope to use the word 'tatterdemalion' in an upcoming post.

Orlando - hi! how are things in cat cyber-heaven? Even though I never had the opportunity to meet you I feel like I know you already.

[Orlando Copithorne]

Hi Rik
Things are Ok in Cyberspace, although I wouldn't recommend it for everyone. It can be pretty black at times, but it can also be colourful; depends on my mood. Come to think of it, since I don't exist in the physical sense, everything in Cyberspace depends on my mood.

Yours from Cyberspace

Orlando