I went for a bike ride in Centennial Park today. It was a beautiful day, and I hope you had the opportunity to take advantage of the weather too.

About an hour into my ride I noticed a man up ahead walking his dog. At first it did not seem like anything out of the ordinary. As I approached the man who was just off the bike path walking his dog, I noticed he had only one arm. Oddly, he was holding the leash with his partial arm.

All of a sudden the dog jetted out onto the path (and evidently the leash came off the man's partial arm - allowing the dog to get away). I brought my bike to a stop when all of a sudden the dog began circling me. Then, it lunged and dug into my right knee like it was a milk bone! I yelled a word that is inappropriate for blogging. I regret it too because there were many kids in my presence. As the dog backed off I looked at my knee to see it was bleeding. "Perfect", I murmured. The man rushed over to apologize and pick up the leash. As I went to sit on a bench the man kept asking if I was ok. Physically yes, but I was a little agitated it happened. He told me he would be back later to check on me. What, "... to lick my wounds??". "Don't worry about it sir", I said.

Do not get me wrong, I feel bad the guy only has one arm. But would you not think that he would therefore hold onto the leash with his GOOD arm? Holding a leash with only part of an arm is just as effective as dicing a tomato with spoon.

I may have failed grade 10 math, but I have passed life's class of common sense.