Dog Chases

Have you ever found a dog running up and down the streets aimless lost? What would you do: continue on your way ignoring it, yell out HEY who's dog is this, or look to see if they have a collar and help the poor fellow find his home?

Today a yellow lab roamed the neighborhood lost and confused. I was shocked by some people’s reactions and comforted by the maturity of others.

I witnessed a few skateboarding kids stop a cop and mention it to the officer. This seemed pretty normal and very mature of these middle school aged boy. 

That all seemed pretty normal, what happened a few hours later took me by surprise.

HONK! HONK! HONK! HONK!

All our attention was drawn to the window where someone on a motorcycle honked his horn in a very obnoxious manner. I thought at first it had to be some childish prank. Nope. This continued for about a minute before we became annoyed.

I went to the window yelling something to the intent, "Is that really necessary?" Tylan, a little more confrontational, went straight to the front door to yell at this hooligan. The motorcyclist informs Tylan that he was honking to get someone's attention because a dog was running up and down the street that looked lost. Seriously dude?

Honestly, you think the best option to help this dog is to create obnoxious noise till someone else comes out do deal with the situation. Why don't you pop that kickstand of yours and grab the dog yourself?

Is this the way city people think, or did I happen to run into just one crazy person? Any other place I've lived you'd take the dog in, especially if it had tags.

This I know the dog possessed, because later that evening I was running an errand and almost hit the poor pup. It was darting across the busy street with its tail between his legs. Poor pup. I walked the neighborhood trying to find the fellow with no luck.

I hope the yellow lab ran into some nice people who helped him home, or he found his way himself. I love dogs and hate to see them lost (especially scared and lost).

Here I come big city!

Will I love it? Will I hate it? Who knows... all I know is no matter what my feelings about living in the city will be different today then at the end of this.

I grew up on the Outer Banks of North Carolina in a small town called Duck. My experience with big cities has been small, and normally overwhelming but exciting. For the summer I have been living in a small town... (Now when I say small I really mean it with only around 100 year round residents)  called Caratunk located in north eastern Maine. So why am I all the sudden in Boston.... well for a boy of course!

So for my first story. Well Tylan, my boyfriend, wanted to welcome me to the city by taking me out for drinks and a lovely seafood dinner (always a favorite). Well this is where LESSON ONE of living in a big city comes into play:

If you plan a route and know it.... stick to it, don't listen to someones short cuts, or you may find yourself late, LOST, and overwhelmed. If all else fails, when you freeze up... have a smart phone guide your way!

I had all intentions of walking from North Station to the bar Drinks. (A wonderful bar where they make the BEST dark and stormy. They brew their own ginger beer and tonic water! A must try.) Well my boyfriend thought he might help me out and send me via the subway to south station where I would only have to walk about a block and half to the bar. Well, I got off the subway around 5:15 ish and thought I was close to the aquarium, so started to follow my pre-planned route to the bar which mostly included following the Bay Harbor Trail. (This is a great trail to go on a lovely walk with someone you love... that could be a dog or boyfriend!) Well I quickly realized I was suck on this trail and was probably walking either the wrong direction or way out of my way.  Eventually I passed the Gillett Shaving headquarters and started weaving through the streets of South Boston. 

At this time, I hear my phone vibrate with a concerned message from Tylan because what should've taken me 5 minutes was now taking me a good twenty plus and I was still no where to be seen. This is where I needed a good reboot. After a few minutes messing with my Google Map application on my Blackberry, I find a path to Congress Street.  After a 45 minute detour I finally meet my poor worried date at the bar. He just looks at me and grins... "Welcome to Boston."

So I got lost my first official night in Boston, but I learned the importance of following my route, or at least having a smart phone so it can locate you and send you in the right direction! They are a nifty device, one that never tells on you or makes fun of your silly round round about routes.