More Than Grey Matter

Okay, I will admit, it was rather difficult to put a smile on my face and pose for

pictures.  And the pictures are extra blurry despite the fact that Paul and I went

out earlier to catch the sun. Sad face. So here goes the story (and this has not a

thing to do with style so you can just skip this if ya want!): it's just a normal

ol' day, a trip to the dog park for Kobe to release his inexhaustible amount of

energy. Here we are throwing his Frisbee when this dog comes barreling across

the field and attacks Kobe.  Now, Kobe is my baby. I was about to go all Mama

Bear on this dog, but I didn't need to for Paul tackles this dog to the ground. Okay,

you're probably thinking oh my, he tackled a poor pup? But this dog was big.

And Kobe's a decent size at 60 lbs. - Side note: Kobe has been attacked by dogs

a lot lately, oddly enough it rarely happens at the dog park. Subsequently Kobe has

developed a fear of dogs now. It always seems to be 70-80 pound dogs that go

after him too, much to Kobe's disadvantage - Okay, so the story gets more intense!

Finally, this extremely (might I add: wanna-be?) thuggish young male obtusely strolls

over. After a few not so nice words are exchanged (to sum it up: that's just how his

dog plays) his diablo perro then proceeds to bee-line it for a tiny Jack Russel terrier

at the other end of the park, being watched by a little girl. They were far enough

away, but we could hear the girl screaming and her dog yelping in pain. The terrier

in an attempt to get away runs into one of Ottawa's busiest streets. Paul and I had

to run across the field through several feet of snow, mind you I was in a dress and

wedges. I put myself between the girl, her dog, and of course, obedient Kobe was

just sitting off to the side (he's not much of a fighter). The diablo perro continued

to circle us trying to get at the terrier.  The inane owner finally saunters over, ever

so slowly and casually, all the while keeping that smile plastered on his face. This

has been the second time now that winter coats have saved Paul from some serious

bites. He had bruises and without so many layers I'm sure there could have been

more damage done.  Hah. I never thought I'd be grateful for the cold! I'm also

so lucky that all these dog attacks have been happening when Paul is with me.

Five days of the week I walk Kobe without him; I can't imagine what I'd do

if a 70-80 lbs dog attacked Kobe and I was all alone. Pahhh- lease! If Kobe

wants to go for a squirrel it's happening. That's why I have to train him so well.

If not he'd control me. I don't think I could pull an attacking dog off Kobe even

if I tried. I doubt that's a very good idea anyways. What's a girl to do?!

You still here? Phew. I thought I might have lost you! I'll keep this short and

sweet 'cause I've kept you long enough. 'Tis the season for grey! Or gray. Or

gris. (It's Canada, it's everyone's way, but our own.) If brown and orange are

quintessentially autumn, then winter is all about grey. I am so happy to have come

across this wool sweater, thrifted but originally from Tristan. I loves it, I do. To

sum it up: if there was a zombie apocalypse I would take this sweater. I would

take this sweater even knowing that grey is not a flattering colour (or shade) for

blondes. Yeah. It's that comfortable and cozy and warm and soft and precious.

Please, anyone request that I wear it again soon! I loves it that much, I do.

All right ladies, off I go, enjoy your weekend! And my fellow dog owners out

there: be careful! Unless you've got yourself a big ol' husky or Irish wolfhound.

If that's the case, well, you probably have no fear of another dog mauling yours!

Outfit: 

Aldo // Hat

Thrifted // Wool Sweater

Thrifted // Sweater

Gift from Sister // Necklace

Thrifted // Belt

Thrifted // Floral Ring

Magnolia // Filigree Ring 

Thrifted // Leg Warmers

Le Chateau // Boots