Did an LXG scene the other night
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batyatoon. It was logged and will be converted into Diary format fairly soon, but at the moment my Diary entries from work are a bit curtailed, as I am getting used to new software and am in the process of packing things up to move to our new office building. The scene in question was a visit to the London Zoo, since no self-respecting visitor from the frozen North would pass up an opportunity to see the exotic beasts that London had to offer. Dorothy came along, of course - being cooped up in an apartment with no windows on a sunny day is just no fun - and so did both the dogs.
Given Prince's size and heritage, there was an interesting little encounter at one of the cages, the kind of thing which makes one grateful for old-school zoo design with bars and wires and none of this modern simulated environment nonsense that could spell trouble were a sufficiently motivated sled dog to get a running start. This was, however, a substitute for the original encounter I had thought of, which played on animals' natural response to something that smells like Prince. The original encounter had to be dropped. No matter how hard I tried, I could not honestly picture the Sergeant writing the specific words I had in mind to describe it, even if he knew that no one would ever see that page of his journal. However, that doesn't mean I can't mention it here...
Day 25 - September 1, 1936
London, England
League HQ
Mud-room
Took Miss Gale and Toto to the London Zoo today. Prince caused quite a stir among the other patrons. Lucky thing I got him that red collar or someone would've reported him as an escaped wolf.
Prince also caused quite a stir among the inmates of the Zoo. Actually, "stir" is the wrong word. "Riot" is more like it. How d'you get monkey poo out of red wool, anyway?
I'm pretty sure the man's physically incapable of using the words 'monkey poo'- it may be 1936 in the real world but it's Victorian Canada inside his head- but it was a lovely thought.
batyatoon. It was logged and will be converted into Diary format fairly soon, but at the moment my Diary entries from work are a bit curtailed, as I am getting used to new software and am in the process of packing things up to move to our new office building. The scene in question was a visit to the London Zoo, since no self-respecting visitor from the frozen North would pass up an opportunity to see the exotic beasts that London had to offer. Dorothy came along, of course - being cooped up in an apartment with no windows on a sunny day is just no fun - and so did both the dogs. Given Prince's size and heritage, there was an interesting little encounter at one of the cages, the kind of thing which makes one grateful for old-school zoo design with bars and wires and none of this modern simulated environment nonsense that could spell trouble were a sufficiently motivated sled dog to get a running start. This was, however, a substitute for the original encounter I had thought of, which played on animals' natural response to something that smells like Prince. The original encounter had to be dropped. No matter how hard I tried, I could not honestly picture the Sergeant writing the specific words I had in mind to describe it, even if he knew that no one would ever see that page of his journal. However, that doesn't mean I can't mention it here...
Day 25 - September 1, 1936
London, England
League HQ
Mud-room
Took Miss Gale and Toto to the London Zoo today. Prince caused quite a stir among the other patrons. Lucky thing I got him that red collar or someone would've reported him as an escaped wolf.
Prince also caused quite a stir among the inmates of the Zoo. Actually, "stir" is the wrong word. "Riot" is more like it. How d'you get monkey poo out of red wool, anyway?
I'm pretty sure the man's physically incapable of using the words 'monkey poo'- it may be 1936 in the real world but it's Victorian Canada inside his head- but it was a lovely thought.
