Super Don

I went for a walk today. Nothing out of the ordinary; I'm trying to get myself unsoft. With no need to be 'harrrd', I just don't want to jiggle when I walk.
I love our neighborhood; it’s green, a little bit hilly, very walkable and friendly. There are often many people out walking their dogs and children. Today was no exception, and as I have only myself to walk, I enjoy people watching.
While out on my jaunt, I was struck by two unusual sites.
The first was of a woman, a teeny bit of a woman, pushing the monster of all strollers. It was a two-seater with happy twins enjoying the wind on their faces. What was so odd about this woman was how tiny she was and how fast she was pushing that damn stroller. She had to be 5’4” and maybe a buck-oh-five. The kids were chubby little fellas and I doubt I could have picked either up without an audible grunt.
I thought, “There’s no way that woman squeezed out those kids” until she stopped and talking to the little guys said, “Mommie’s just got five more blocks to go then it’s lunch time!”
Jeezuz. I hope she fixed an extra PBJ for herself!
After seeing the stroller-wielding mamma, I gazed up the hill and saw what only can be described as a mastodon. Stopping dead in my tracks, it was the largest, hairiest dog I’ve ever seen in my life. Honestly, I’m still assuming it was a dog.
The wooly mammoth must have outweighed the stoller-mamma by a good 60 pounds. I could have put a saddle on it and ridden it around.
Then it dawned on me, maybe I should get myself a mastodon. I could get a saddle made for it back home in West-by-god. I could park it out back by the Vespas; although I would have to check that out. The mammoth may be too large for those tiny parking spots. My mastodon would simply be named Super Don and I would never take the bus again.
While thinking this and standing dumbstruck still on the sidewalk, Super Don crapped. It was unlike anything I’ve ever seen and I absolutely believe all cities should have a pooper-scooper law. If but only to see a man pick up his mastodon’s poop with two hands. It was the size of one of the aforementioned twins and the man should have had his own stroller to carry the load to the nearest doggy-poo receptacle.
The best part of my walk was realizing the man had the mastodon on a leash. As if the strap and harness would not have ripped off the man’s arm if Super Don had decided to chase a rhinoceros.
I am so going to walk more!