Today, the sun came up, the temperature rose and, for the very first time, I thought there was a chance I could actually starting liking Toronto. Following my first early morning workout in ages, I took the dogs for a stroll, showered up, dressed, then headed out to explore the city. We drove around, picked up some soaps and shampoos at Lush, a blender at Future Shop, some awesome comic-related office adornments at Silver Snail Comics, and an eviction notice. We also had some terrible Italian food and –
What did I say?
I said I picked up some comic-related office adornments at Silver Snail Comics. Check ’em out:
What? Oh. AFTER that?
Yes, we were driving back from playing tourist when I received a call from my realtor. Apparently, someone lodged a formal complaint about my dogs with the strata of the building we’re staying in and we need to vacate the premises immediately. That or, presumably, put two of the dogs down. Not really sure what the issue is as the pooches are neither noisy nor aggressive and spend most of their time simply lazing about, but clearly someone is a stickler for rules. That and a giant douchebag. For my part, I greeted the news with a resounding “Meh”. The place is dated, a bit of a dump, not particularly well-located for those early morning dog walks, and the washing machine in the apartment caps each cycle with a thunderous KAGLANG! This was only a temporary stay I was willing to suffer through until I could find something half-ass or better with an actual yard that wouldn’t require me to run an hour-long gauntlet of traffic. Besides, I’d made it perfectly clear prior to my T.O. arrival, that I would require a place that was okay with the dogs. All four of them. So, with all due respect and in the words of my buddy Bruce: “F ’em.”. Akemi, however, didn’t take the news as well. Sensitive as she is, the poor gal was almost in tears at the prospect of someone snitching on the dogs.
“Why so mean?”she asked, downcast.
“Because,”I informed her matter-of-factly, “it’s Toronto.”
Anyway, we returned home, dropped off our purchases, picked up the dogs – all four of ’em – and headed over to Fondy’s place to pick up Jelly’s meds, some red velvet cake, and find out if Lulu would hit it off with Brie and Stewie…
Tonight, I attempt to shift focus to the outline. Tomorrow, was planning to take a tour of a Toronto landmark we’ll be using as a possible location for my episode but may stick around the home front lest the strata militia kick in the door and attempt to confiscate my dogs.
Instead, I’ll try to hit the mailbag.