#metoo moment of the day: walking with Odin down the street in Guelph on our typical late night walk.
A male voice in the distance calls, "What's your dog's name?" I think to myself, "That's a new one." I look around. A block behind us is some sketchy ass dude walking the same direction we are. Adrenaline shoots up and I scoff at his ridiculous question. "Why do you need to know?" I respond, in a tone deliberately more deep, loud, and don't-fuck-with-me than my usual.
No response. He just keeps walking, conveniently the same direction we are.
I immediately wish for eyes on the back of my head, but feel a sense of security and deep gratitude for #odinthegiant, the dog I know would protect me in any situation this could potentially turn into. We don't slow down, we don't speed up. I continue walking, channelling my inner Conor McGregor (not visibly, duh). Odin keeps stopping every few metres to turn around to look at the guy, sensing the bad vibe. He is brilliant for that. I give him a longer leash just in case.
I bypass our usual turn, taking a longer route so the guy doesn't figure out where we live.
As we and the guy parted ways, he shouted something else that I couldn't hear this time around. Nothing worth repeating, I'm sure.
Before Odin and I make the last turn onto our street, I pause at the curb for several seconds, looking back and scanning the street to make sure the guy didn't follow us. He's nowhere to be seen... we're good.
Throughout those few uncomfortable minutes, and in light of the #metoo conversation this week, I couldn't help but to wish that this was an unusual scenario.....and that women didn't need to rely on their dogs to behave in ways more noble than certain men.
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