The other day I was walking home. I came around a corner and I see a large crowd of people just standing around the creek in the park. So I think to myself, “hmm, I wonder what’s going on?” I keep walking when I see a tow truck pulling a car out of the creek.
I think, “Holy crap! Hope no one was hurt.” There was no one in the vehicle so I figured that one of three things had probably occurred.
- The person driving was on their way to the hospital
- The person driving was somewhere in the crowd watching their car get towed
- There was no one driving when the car went into the creek
Then I start thinking about how the car could have ended up in the creek. The water wasn’t all that close to the road for starters. The car was at an angle so it would have had to travel further to make it into the water. So whoever was driving the vehicle was damned determined to end up in that creek. They first had to jump the curb, drive over the sidewalk and a substantial expanse of grass before reaching large, pointy rocks, and then keep on going over those large pointy rocks to become submerged in the dank and smelly creek water. So I had to wonder, why didn’t they put on the brakes at any point before ending up in the creek?
While I’m thinking these things I continue to walk because unlike the crowd of rubberneckers I didn’t feel all that inclined to watch a tow truck driver perform his amazing tow truck driving skills of …pushing a button? …and whatever else a tow truck driver has to do to get a car out of a creek.
So I keep walking through the crowd of people when I come to this man standing just outside the crowd. He’s standing beside a tree. This will be an important point in a moment. In his hand he has a long blue rope. The rope goes up. At first I think he was flying a kite and his kite got stuck in the tree and he’s just standing there forlornly waiting for his kite to magically become unstuck and come back to him. This did not turn out to be fact.
I follow the length of the rope with my eyes. Because it would have been weird to follow it with my hands. It goes up and up and into the tree. At the end of the rope is a dog. In the tree. About 15 feet off the ground. What? And not a small dog either. It was an Irish Setter. Beautiful dog really, but that’s beside the point. The point is, the dog was up a tree and his owner was just standing there beside the tree, looking bored, as though this happens all the time!
Not to mention that 20 feet in the other direction people were watching a car being towed out of the creek. Why wasn’t the crowd watching the dog climb the tree? That’s the more impressive feat in my opinion. The dog was just up there, chilling, happy as can be. Sadly I didn’t see how the dog got up there or how it got down. For all I know the dog didn’t climb the tree and his owner threw him up there just because he felt like being a little wild that day.
It was so weird. Did the dog teach itself? Did he teach his dog to climb trees? Who does that? So many unanswered questions!
This is how I imagine this guy’s thought process went that day: Oh look a car in the creek, better let my dog climb the tree now, he obviously needs a better vantage point for watching the tow truck driver perform his magic tow truck driving skillz yo. Then I’ll just stand here and look nonchalant. Cuz that’s how I roll.