Friday, June 7, 2013
June 7. Day 158. Sit down strike
Our take home exercise was to expose the pup to as many unusual sights and sounds as possible. I'm reckoning taking a ride across the Victoria Bridge in peak hour on the back of an open cycle drawn cab would qualify.
It was not my intention but Rumple forced my hand by staging a sit down strike in the middle of the Adelaide Street footpath. We'd walked down to the city and at that point he decided he would walk no further. That was it.
So I picked him up and started to carry him. After all I couldn't take the bus or hail a cab, walking it had to be until .... the Brazilian cyclist in charge of one the cycle cabs outside the Casino offered us a lift. Yes, puppies accepted.
As it was either that or carry five kilos of puppy all the way home I decided $10 was a fine investment. And so it was. On a beautiful winter's evening we got to ride to the top end of South Bank by which time we were more than half way home and the sit down strike had ended. The puppy was happy to walk the rest of the way.
This is a shot fired off mid way across the bridge. That's quite a way to start the weekend.