My racist bitch

So, apologies for not filling up my blog lately, but I've been busy doing something quiet alien to the average blogger: living. Generally, we're either living or writing to lament about our desire to start living properly and this week, I took matters into my own hands. I took a trip to the beach and brought Mimi (the cocker spaniel I'm sitting, for a fortnight) along. Big mistake..

I got to Penn Station, with the intention of taking the NJ Transit to Princeton Junction. By that time, Mimi was an emotional wreck, having been scared out of her wits on the subway, terrorized by the legions of feet on the streets of Manhattan and half-jumped out of her skin when the train blew it's horn for the first time. It was also unbearably hot and she was wheezing like a marathon runner being interviewed right as soon as he crossed the finish line. I thought she was going to have a stroke.

I went to information desk at Penn and asked if I could take her on board the train and was told I'd have to have a carrying case for her. Since I didn't have one, I briefly flirted with the idea of putting on my sunglasses and pretending she was a seeing-eye dog but quickly discarded the idea. Because it was a silly idea.

Instead, I bought a duffel bag from K-Mart and put the dog in it. See, I can come up with good ideas.


Mimi is a really quiet dog-very well-behaved and polite. Little did I know that beneath that thin veneer of civility lay the raging heart of a despicable racist. She'd loll her tongue and wag her tail at everyone...except black people. I shit you not, every time an African-American walked into the train compartment, Mimi would bare her teeth, snarl and try and leap out of her case..I mean, duffel bag. When the conductor showed up, and he was African-American, I had no choice but to cover her eyes, so she wouldn't savage him as the poor man tried to check my ticket.

Which made me look like a racist: dog sits quietly on lap, African-American shows up, I cover the dog's eyes, like I don't want him to see. And the people in other seats were looking on and they knew what the deal was. It was distressingly uncomfortable.

Other than that, my weekend was good.