The eighth soldier, a tall, mean looking guy was clutching some kind of squad weapon, a light-machine gun with tripod (correction - bipod - actually this is what I saw anyway but brain made me write tripod). I gently removed my hands from my jacket pockets as I awkwardly walked through them and turned onto the pier. Monty held back about 50 feet, looking quite terrified of the soldiers. He finally charged through them, tail under his legs, hackles raised, eyes wild with worry. He then ran up to me and hid under my legs.
Smart beagle, I'd say. This is not something you see every day in downtown Toronto. 10 minutes later they extracted themselves in an orderly, watchful manner and seemed to vanish into the buildings and alleys nearby.
Shortly afterwards, Monty met a 3 1/2 month old West Highland Terrier wearing boots. They communed for a while and we made our way home.
3 Bahs!:
it's good that the soldiers didn't mistake monty for an improvised explosive beagle.
Hi,
Thanks for posting on my blog, only been active less than one day. Didn't think anyone would ever read it.
Blogs look fantastic, gave me a few ideas too ;-)
Must of been pretty tense walking between the soldiers, were they on a urban exercise?
ferrol
i've been on that mountain.
might've ben the queen's own rifles....the weapons wouldn't be loaded.
bi-pod for a c-9 light machine gun. not a tri pod.
and there should've been land clearance submitted for any training inside the city.
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