Thursday 30 April 2015

Why does everything has to be E-something?

We live in awesome times - the whole world is right there, in front of you, at your computer screen.

You can see countries you've never been to without leaving your home, you can talk and see people on another continent with a click of the mouse, you can witness miracles that happened somewhere far away, right from your cozy sofa.

One of my most used books lately. 
But I miss times when we didn't have Internet and cell phones and e-books.

The last thing worries me the most.

I love a good book. Furthermore, I love to have it in my hands when I'm reading it. I love the covers, I love the smell of newly printed paper and I love to turn pages. With my hand. Not by scrolling the mouse.

I just got a little bit upset today, because I couldn't find the book I wanted to read in the hard copy version.
Then I remembered another book I wanted to read, just recently, also in hard copy version, and it was nowhere to be found. But you can find them both in e-versions. And so it got me thinking - is this how it'll be from now on? I know it's a little bit far fetched, but what will happen if all the books disappear and all we have left is Kindle? And I don't like Kindle.

You can't sleep on a Kindle like this. It's not soft.
Don't get me wrong, I'm all about being online. Who doesn't love it? I can't remember the last time I used a dictionary or an encyclopedia. Cause, obviously, there's Google translator and Wikipedia. Or when I used my music library, when I have YouTube. Or when was the last time I bought a movie or a DVD, when there's movies all over the places? I've never been to Hawaii, but let me tell you something: I've done numerous walks on the islands with Street View on Google Maps and I like to have that option available at any time. It soothes me.

Hell, I'm a FB addict (only because I've friends from all over the planet and my folks are far away), but still. It's nice. And then I wonder where did all the real books gone? I just don't want to pay the price of not having any real books around anymore.

Well that would be just sad. Because now I've wasted half of toner to print a .pdf file so I could read it. And because my mom went thru hell trying to find a book for me and finally, she had a friend who had a friend who knew someone who was selling the used version, so they bought it for me, and now that book is somewhere in eastern Europe trying to get it's way back to my mom's, so that she could give it to me next time she sees me. Beautiful, but sad.

I love the online world, but reading the books on the screen is tiring and I hate it. And there's no beauty in it, there are no pages and I can't put a piece of paper to know where I stopped. And it's discouraging. And unreal. And we should stick to the good, old paper books if you ask me.

One of my poor shelves, here, away from the far away land.
There's magic in them. I love how they feel and how I can put them on a shelf. That's why people have shelves. And how their covers are greasy from the sunscreen when I'm reading them on the beach. And how I dropped them in the water numerous times while climbing onto a boat. And when I read them again, I remember how it felt reading them the first time. There's no e-book that can replace that. If everything comes down to e-stuff, where the hell am I going to doodle? And what would I do with all the shelves?





Monday 27 April 2015

Walk on the Sunnyside

There is one beautiful thing about Toronto - it's right on the lake. And I know, it's not sea, but it's good enough. It works.

Beach

On a lazy, spring Sunday morning, what better can it be than a walk in the sun, right next to the lake Ontario?

You can hear seagulls squawking (or whatever is called what they do), sound of runner's tennis shoes against the path, dogs barking, roller blades and wind thru the trees.

You can sit back and relax watching tenacious men doing their exercises (I have female friends who actually enjoy that activity) or simply ignore all the life around and bask in the sun and fresh lake air.

Sunnyside is a lakefront district in Toronto that consists of beaches and parks. There is a boardwalk that goes from the Humber bridge - which I love - all the way to the east side of the city. 

Humber bridge

Right next to it there's a Martin Goodman recreational pathway for runners, skaters and bicyclists. Even on a sunny, but cool day like today, you'll see joggers in shorts and families sitting on the beach, waiting for the summer to heat the place up.

Boardwalk

West of the Sunnyside Pavilion and the main beach, there's Sir Casimir Gzowski Park (named after the railways guy), and on the east side is the Budapest Park (named after a Hungarian Revolution in 1956).

Aside the main beach, there are also a few smaller ones along the waterfront.

Despite being considered for years to be too polluted, they are open for swimming (and they're supposed to be safe now) so you can actually knock yourself out and enjoy the lake as well as the sandy sunbathing platform. I haven't tried out that yet though.


Gzowski Monument

The importance of this place is huge. Living in a city like Toronto, or any big city for that matter, requires places where you can turn your back to traffic, noise and everyday rush. Toronto has many of those places and Sunnyside is just one of them.


It reminds me at Lungo Mare path in Opatija, small place on Croatian coastline, where we had numerous walks and runs for pleasure and relaxation. The only thing that's missing here is inevitable and magic scent of  salt and lavender, and the sight of the fisherman's boat early in the morning...




Tuesday 21 April 2015

Just a today's weather snapshot

What a weird day.

I remember, when I was a kid, the weather was normal. We had spring, summer, fall and winter. Now, you have something in between the whole year round.


Both Toronto and a huge part of Croatia have pretty much the same weather conditions.

The winter here lasts a little longer, but so what. True Canadians rectify that by wearing flip flops at 12 C, cause spring is just around the corner!

I've seen them walking without jackets on a first sunny winter day. Hell, I've even seen joggers jogging half naked last winter, by the lake, and I know for a fact that it was -6 C that day because my phone died of cold just after I checked the temperature.

But they're not alone in this madness. Croatian swim in sea during the winter. Not the majority, but the crazy ones. Still, it happens.

In Norway, one February, just as we were driving from Oslo towards a little town called Moss, there were people aside the road, drilling a hole on the frozen fjord, so that they could get in the water and have a swim. They say it's good for health.
I say, knock yourselves out and stay away from me.

There was a guy here in Toronto windsurfing this winter when it was -10 C. I don't get surprised anymore. I admire the enthusiasm.
And what happened today?

15 minutes of sun, 15 minutes of rain, 15 minutes of wind - and changing constantly all day long. What's that? A classic spring day? Right. A classic spring day is warm, sunny, with a breeze. Not a weather circus.

Somebody actually told me there might be some snow this week. And the day before yesterday was 18C, and I went for a run. When I go for a run, it mean's it's warm out.



No wonder people go all crazy and weird.

The day today just pissed me off. The whole weather thing. It brought me back to my youth when I used to hate clouds (I don't anymore).

However, it gave me the opportunity to capture some water drops on the window. I just thought they looked interesting. Plus I know how much Canadians love to talk about weather.

I sure hope I won't have the opportunity to capture any more snowflakes this year. People are already dipping in the sea back home, in a far away land, and not just the crazy ones...















Monday 20 April 2015

Searching for Sugar Man (2012) documentary

If by any chance you still don't know who the Sugar Man is, you should learn. It's a must. I mean it.


Photo belongs to sugarman.org
Everybody loves good stories. Stories that inspire us, elevate us, motivate us. Stories about success, about life, misfortune, winning and losing. True stories, with real people, real problems and real magic.

"Searching for Sugar Man" (2012)  is that kind of story. Perfectly put together, once you start watching, you won't be able to stop. I've seen it before, and I just saw it again.

It's amazing how many emotions it brings out and how powerful it is. I don't know what's more unbelievable - Rodriguez's life or lives of his fans and their success in finding him and bringing him back to what he was meant to be his whole life.

Aside from the intriguing life of the Sugar Man and mystery wrapped around him, what got to me most is the enthusiasm of Segerman, a man who started the motion of revealing the most surprising truth about the singer. His dedication to find out what happened and how Rodriguez died set off the whole avalanche of unexpected events.

Malik Bendjelloul and the crew did an extraordinary job in creating this movie - everything about it is perfect. From the beginning to the end, you'll be experiencing a roller coaster of emotions and witness some awesome footage from the past, as well as newly captured, priceless moments of this magnificent individual's life. It's inspiring and moving. It's a fairy tale of this messed up place we live in.

Photo belongs to sugarman.org
It's a sad and beautiful story. Even though glory and glamour should be written all over it, it still shows nothing but a humble man with a rich soul. It shows us the real wealth beyond the dreams and the state of being we should all strive to pursue.





What's most interesting, Rodriguez still plays.  For whoever is interested, he will be performing together with Brian Wilson in Toronto, ON, on July 4th 2015 at Sony Centre for the Performing Arts. You can find the tour dates here

You won't find any huge announcements for this event though, often not even Rodriguez's name on the ticket purchase places. Under the radar, and so very Sugar Man...

Enjoy.



Saturday 18 April 2015

Girl from far away land - Anamarija

Here's the thing: all important females in my life are called Ana.
She's one of them.

We back then
She's one of those people you meet and never let go. And she sticks around, even if you're stupid sometimes. She's the one that comforts in hard times and the one that laughs with you in good times.

You know when you talk to somebody and you're trying to remember a certain detail from the past, like what date that was or how were you dressed, and you can't?
Or if you're missing a paper, a document, a password?

You should ask Ana. She will know exactly what happened, where and how, or where did you put the thing you're looking for ten years ago.

Our home far away

Even if she wasn't there, she will remember. She will know what happened that day, back then in my high school, cause she heard it once from someone and she engraved it in her brain.

She's like a walking encyclopedia of past. She's our official life log.

(There was one time she made a mistake, hint: Billa). But let's not get down that road now.

Back then, when we used to live together, Ana was the responsible one. She was the voice of reason and moral, and she used to take care of Gian and me, in our glorious times of fun and recklessness. (She was also the one who couldn't study because Gian and I switched the power off.
We weren't exactly the  most empathetic sometimes.)

But let's face it - she thought us a lot. She survived with us, and she led us on a better path.

She is very committed - once she begins something, she doesn't stop until she's finished. She read a Dan Brown's book in 24 hours with no pause, and when she starts the video game, she has to finish it at once.

Playing the endless game and reading even when we're out

She spent endless hours on a crappy computer we had back then, playing The Sims (unfortunately one of the games that has no end) and it took a while for us to get her off of it. Any other game where the end can be reached, she will finish it within the next 3 days. And I was the one who was addicted to games, not her.

Sometimes she gets crazy
We did had some issues, though.

Once, I offended her deathly by saying she can't cook an egg (she was the only one who was cooking when we lived together).

She thinks life's too short to see the same movie twice, and I couldn't agree less.

She never really understood "A Clockwork Orange" and we endlessly fought about whether the movie is worthless (her point) or fabulously extraordinary (my point).

She never crosses the street on red light, no matter how small and irrelevant the street is, with no traffic, so I often continue walking, talking to myself like some weirdo, to realize later she's still on that side of the street, waiting for the green light.

She's the one that said, after watching "50 Shades of Grey" that the movie is good, only that they blew it up with that Playroom, and then offered a solution where they should have get married and redecorate the room to be a nursery.

She can drink one bear for an hour, and after 3 of them she's already wasted, but she doesn't give up. And that's still more than I can drink. We did have some drunk times though. Some were polite and fun, and some were just fun. We used to waste bottles and bottles of wine, home alone, and we needed nobody (those were the times when Gian didn't live with us anymore - otherwise, he would be very present).

Without any comment
Generally, we couldn't be more different. She's a private person, she drinks almond milk and she wears Tom Tailor. She is very analytic and careful, she re-thinks, double checks and stores all important papers in files. She made a big fuss one time in a certain bank, because they wanted to charge her something and she found a mistake on the paper she got from them like 10 years ago, in a different city. Once she's done with somebody, she deletes all the contacts. She is super romantic, but principled and determine.  Nobody wants to mess with her.

Who's who?

I don't even know how we got along in the first place. But I guess we do share the same values and eventually we figured that out.

There was this seminar few years back, where we were learning something about management and how people work - and the teacher made us answer pile of questions, after which he made an assessment of us (there was 10 of us or so). Basically, while all the others were somewhere in the golden middle (which is normal), only the two of us were in the extreme areas.


Below's how that looked.



We're like heaven and hell, yin and yang, black and white cookie. We have the balance.

I proposed a marriage to her once, but she refused. I had this idea where we could be married (not in a lesbian way, more like a friendly community), we could adopt some kids and we could have lovers aside. She somehow thought that this might be an unhealthy environment for everybody. I'm still processing that and hoping that one day she might see the obvious advantages of my plan.

I love her - because she's kind, polite, bold and fearless. There is nothing in this world that she can't do (except cross the street on a red light).

Like when she said, let's go to Canada, and she just left. We left.

So I'm here now, and she's not.

And all I can say is - come back! Miss you.
















From Toronto with love,

Giove


Monday 13 April 2015

For Croatians and Canadians: two lands in a nutshell


Don't go to Canada, they said.
It's cold there, they said.

Well, they were right.
I'm freezing my ass here instead of spending some quality time on a beach, wearing only flip flops and a bathing suit.

Home Sweet Home
I come from Croatia - a small Mediterranean country where we have mild winters, long and beautiful springs and falls and hot summers. For over four years I lived on the coastline - in a small place where you go everywhere by foot and the sea is right underneath your apartment - so you can smell the salt while standing on a balcony, as well as glorious scents of rosemary, lavender and pines.

Here, I can mostly smell McDonald's and fuel (mainly because I eat a lot of MCD and I worked at the motorcycle shop.

HOWEVER (and this is a big "however"), Toronto is awesome.

First of all, it's big. Toronto itself has about the same amount of people as my home country.
And those people are great - they're good-hearted, honest and hardworking. They're kind.
Sometimes, too kind.
Here's an example: I'm at my workplace, middle of spring, I got a crowded showroom and zillion of customers waiting to be served (by me), and the phone doesn't stop ringing (for me). And every time it's like:

Guy: "Good morning, how are you today?"
ME: "I'm good today, thank you, how are you?"  (to be polite, of course)
Guy: "I'm very good, thank you for asking."

------PAUSE----- (my blood pressure is rising)

ME: "How can I help you, sir?"  Just cut to the chase! And my nerves are so thin sometimes....

But then again, how can you blame him? It's nice after all. It's how people SHOULD talk. It's my fault I'm not used to it, because I come from a country where yelling at customers is a sales strategy.

Park in winter & Lake Ontario
The second, and let me be clear on this one: the winter in Toronto is not as tough as people think.  It's just long, and that can be frustrating sometimes. It's a lot colder than back home, but it's also a lot more beautiful. Because of the low temperatures, snow doesn't melt right away and stays white and crisp, therefore there's no mess on the streets. The lake gets frozen and there's plenty of places worth photographing during the cold months. The only thing that bothered me was the dry air during that period - I can't sleep or breathe without my humidifier, few wet towels hanging from the wall and huge amount of water on my heating thing, so my bedroom looks like a circus tent.

The city offers variety of things, and there is hardly anything that you can't find. Toronto is home to so many different nations and cultures, brought up together with no prejudices.
View to the west from the CN Tower

It's different - the things we're used to are different here. That's what it makes it so interesting.

People here eat meatballs on spaghetti. They generally don't like sauerkraut, they drink orange juice only in the morning, and they eat potatoes for breakfast. They eat Peanut Butter & Jelly Ice cream and chicken bacon. They have cooking oil in spray and powder eggs. There's no spice or ingredient you can't buy - the world wide variety of foods is undeniable.

Back home, we have stray cats and dogs on the street (in more than a year that I've been here, I haven't seen a stray once on the streets of Toronto). Here, you can see ducks and geese crossing the highway with the help of the police patrol, and squirrels fighting for a doughnut leftovers in parks. If you have a back yard, consider yourself lucky if you don't have to call wildlife patrol once a year to move the raccoons out of it (you're not allowed to touch them, capture them or god forbid harm or kill them). The sea gulls are the same as ours back home. I must say, it's weird tough, to hear them when there's no sea around. They should be called lake gulls.

Ducks and gees, scared racoons in our garbage containter and a squirrel
As a biker, I was struck with the driving policies - in my home country, it's perfectly normal to ride between the cars, especially while they're stopping for the traffic lights. It's not legal, but it's common. Here, it's very forbidden and nobody does it. But then again, here you're allowed to wear "beanie" helmets, whereas back home we wear full face ones.

Burn'em
It's kind of hard to seize that privilege, knowing that beanie really has no use. Seriously, come on. How can a beanie protect you when you fall off the bike at high speed? The fact that insurance rates (both for the bike and for you) are enormously high, probably has something to do with that.  But we do love a good burn.

Things are cheap, labour is expensive. Girls, you can buy an awesome pair or pumps for $60 and then pay the same amount to someone to put the rubber soles on them, so that you can actually wear them here, in the land of eternal ice. The same amount goes for sewing repairs, hair cutting, spa treatments (not the happy end ones, those are more pricey) and alike.

Ribfest 2014
Liquor can be bought at one place, and one place only: the holy LCBO (except for beer - you can buy it in a Beer Store). It kills me though, to stop in three different stores to get stuff - one for groceries, one for alcohol and one for smokes. Back home, one grocery store - and you got everything you need for a relaxing evening. Smokers: Canada is not the place for you. The only area where you can smoke is your home (if it's yours, and not rented), your car and while walking on the street (walking, not standing).

However, Canadians have all kinds of festivals, one of which is The Ribfest - a whole parade of meat to celebrate the glorious ribs, where you can eat, drink and even smoke (at certain marked points, outside the fence).

I can often hear people complaining about "Canadian administration". If you have never been to Croatia, you have no idea what you're talking about. Back home, our secretaries have secretaries and you'll be asked by clerk to provide the very same document that you're there to get, from another institution, so that this one can issue a new one, from his institution. And it won't be enough, you're ALWAYS one paper short. Our birth certificates are valid for 6 months only, even tho we're only born once. We pay taxes on taxes on taxes, like the usual 25% of original taxes is not already high enough. Buying and selling? Have fun. Public notary will suck life out of you as well as half of your monthly salary to verify a document. Here, you can get an affidavit from a local veterinarian or the neighborhood patrol cop.

Today is going to be great
Canada is simpler, easier and gives you more opportunity to make something, whether that's work, hobby, leisure or life.

Canadians don't bother themselves with stupid and unimportant things. They don't waste time and money to fool somebody or to divert from something. They mostly mind their own business and they work for themselves and their families. Sure, it's not perfect, but it never is. There's no country in the world that doesn't do something wrong. If you're a Canadian and you think I'm wrong about that, you should visit Croatia. It's an amazing country, probably the most beautiful in the world, but economically speaking, it's a country of absurd. Don't get me wrong, not everything is bad - there's plenty of opportunity there. But you have to be tough, lucky and with nerves of steel to succeed.

We should learn from Canada. There are things Canada can learn from my country as well. They can both set good and bad examples for different things. We should strive to get to the level of awareness that Canadians have and be less concerned about neighbor's greener grass, but work on our own lawn.

But who am I to say - I'm just having fun in another man's land. Taking photographs, observing and writing posts. I'll do that for as long as I can, before I decide to escape that badass Canadian winter and move to Hawaii.

My everyday view






Thursday 9 April 2015

Back then: Mr. Gianfranco Diesel

No, he's not an Italian fashion designer. Just sounds like that. 


I'd say he's just a friend, but he's actually a lot more.

Natural position
I cannot even begin to explain how SPECIAL that person is. I can't stress enough the IMPORTANCE of his existence, and how lucky I am to have met him. He's fancy, Fior del Fiore, cream of society.


We all have that friend who gets all of your dirty laundry and puts it into the washing machine to the highest program possible, only to find out later that your cashmere sweaters are shrunk, faded and colored.

Or the one that you can laugh with for hours, for no special reason.

We

Or the one who cleans the bathroom in a way that he takes EVERYTHING out, closes the doors and shower the whole room, flooding the floor on purpose, and then drying it with clean towels, by foot.


Or the one who, in the middle of the winter, on -5C,  leaves ALL of the windows open, for the WHOLE DAY while we're out, just to get some air. And you find it out when you enter into the coldest apartment ever.



He is the one who eats mayonnaise, butter and peach marmalade on the same loaf of bread.

Not his

He's the one who wished he was adopted and that his real parents are wealthy and rich and once when he finds them, they would love him and they would buy him lots of expensive cars and a boat.

He's the one who, while standing in the bank, pretends to talk to me like a wealthy, "yacht owner" gentlemen, to fool others in the queue, only to get embarrassed when the clerk loudly states that he has $12 on his bank account.

He's also the one who will wait for humid days to wash 3-4 machines of laundry one after another, with no place to hang the clothes, and we didn't have a dryer. The sheets were all over the place, including the balcony, and they would never dry out because of the humidity, very common thing on Croatian coastline, when Jugo starts to blow. When they finally dry, they smell like wet dog's hair, and as a result, he washes them again.

Naphthalene ball

He's the one who will bring naphthalene balls to the class and secretly put it into people's pockets.

He's the one who puts an ad on your behalf, about how you're collecting kittens of different breeds or how you provide escort services.

Regardless of everything stated above, I was inspired to write this post after he told me he was going to put a tattoo of a dollar bill with his face on it, and the king's crown, on the middle of his back. That's where I got worried.

 I'll have to summon some close friends and organize an intervention.

Overall, he's the coolest person ever. We had some great times, and the years we lived together were awesome.

Lazy Dalmatian - Wannabe Big House Tough Guy - Way of cooling down

He was my jogging partner. One time, we laughed the whole 5 kilometers of the run, not knowing why we're laughing. The best training ever, try it out. Your abs will hurt the next five days.

Once we walked for 20 kilometers to another city, just for fun, so that we wouldn't take the bus.

We used to do all kinds of pranks to our friends, including, but not limiting to, ringing the buzzers and then run away, switch off the power so that our roommate couldn't study for the exams, embarrassing people around us on public places,  teasing, stalking, following and lots more.

Lots of times we just wasted the day doing nothing.

That was the age of fun. We were broke, but happy. Careless and young.

We 
Now, we're far away from each other, each living our own life. We both have fun in different ways now, we're older, more responsible and wondering about the future. Nothing like before.

This post now got a nostalgic note - what I didn't originally wanted - but thinking about that stage of our life brings back feelings and memories I can't fight.

Gian, this was for you. You're a LOT older now and with lot less hair :) but you're still special.

From Toronto with love,

Giove































Monday 6 April 2015

Toronto Pet Expo April 2015

If you're an animal lover, what better way there is to spend a cold, snowy Sunday than to visit Toronto Pet Expo? I'm sure there's couple of them crossing your mind right now, BUT, if you're somewhat bored, you should give it a try next time.



The International Center Toronto hosted dogs, cats and various exotic pets this weekend. Overall, it's a nice show. You get to enjoy people's faces when their pet does something cute, or kid's joy when they hold a puppy in their hands.

Lot's of "awwww"s, lots of laugh and generally lots of positive energy.


I did, however, expected a larger show, according to what I've seen on their website. But then again, I visited on last day, Sunday, so maybe I've only seen what's left after the first two days. The visitors were able to bring their own pets, which is nice - there were also lots of organizations there, from animal rescues, different protective organizations to training schools and various educational groups for higher awareness of responsibility and good caring for pets.

I'm a cat person, so as soon as I walked in, I headed in that direction. I was a bit puzzled, as there were maybe 30 cats altogether, shut inside small boxes and cages. You could tell that they were exhausted. I actually felt pretty bad for poor animals - cats were frightened and freaked out because of all the commotion, loud speakers and music. They were obviously uncomfortable and scared, which made me rethink the whole purpose of the show.

Bengal


They shouldn't have been placed in the same hall with the traders, dogs, food stands, stage with the speakers and loud and crazy parrots. The mix of sounds made them insane (we have a convenient word for that in Croatian - "unezvijerene"- ones which are in confusion, without presence of mind; bemused, bewildered, amazed, in a panic).



I did see some spectacular samples of mesmerizing Maine Coon'sRag Dolls and Bengals.

Abyssinian

Rag Doll

Needless to mention, there were some beautiful dogs and puppies, as well as birds, snakes, guinea pigs, hamsters, monkeys, an owl and a kangaroo.

Kangaroo Domesticus
















Yes, a kangaroo.



That was kind of cool. That is, until I learned that the company that provided monkeys and a kangaroo was in the rental business, making money on renting the animals for birthday parties, special events and much more.
A touch of inhumanity, but oh well. Who would't want to have a kangaroo on their birthday bash?





Thursday 2 April 2015

Useless leash

A very good girlfriend of mine, back home in a far away land, got up few days ago and decided to seize the beautiful, sunny, spring day outside. A perfect day for a walk.


So, she went for a bite with her boyfriend and a little dog. Kind of a dog you usually hold in hands. It's their baby and their bundle of joy.

Just when they were about to order their food, along came a guy walking a Stafford (Staffordshire Bull Terrier). As he was approaching, it was more and more obvious that he can't actually handle the dog. Even tough he had the dog on leash, the dog was walking him, and not the other way around. They got close to my friends, and in a blink of an eye, Stafford jumped and attacked the boyfriend and the bundle of joy in his arms. Twice.

Panic. Screaming. Blood everywhere. Swearing in a way only Croatians can swear.

The Stafford guy took off as soon as someone called the police, and hasn't yet been found.

Let me just say, it might have ended up a lot worse than it has. Luckily, the boyfriend has "only" a pretty serious injured arm, and the bundle of joy has an injured nose. They went straight to an ER and they're both alive and fine for now.

The problem is - nobody knows anything about the dog, or the owner.
Nobody knows if the dog has rabies.
Nobody knows if the dog has a history of violence or it's just the owner that doesn't really know how to control it. The police is searching for the guy, but it's not likely they'll find him.

I'm not saying it's dog's fault - or even that the breed itself (Stafford) is more or less dangerous. What I'm saying is, if you have a dog - any kind - you should know how to control it. Having a medium (or large) sized dog on a leash, but without being able to manage it's behavior, is pretty much the same as having the dog unleashed. The owner should know what to expect out of his pet. And if you're not up to it - don't walk it in the middle of the town. He might have came across some kids - a 5 year old wouldn't stand a chance against such an attack, and who would be to blame once the guy takes off and leaves your kid hurt, alone on the street? Not even necessary to mention, do you know how many people don't even have their dogs on a leash, cause they're "friendly"? Look around.


Bundle of joy will survive, so will the boyfriend. But the point is, it can happen anywhere, anytime. I took it for granted  until now, but I'm not likely to approach some dog on a leash as easily as before, even if the owner goes with the common "he's friendly" phrase.

Not everyone who owns a dog is responsible and mature enough. If you can't handle your dog - get a cat. It's by far less likely it will hurt someone.

Plus, cats are way more cool.