a fido commercial played out in front of me one evening in castro. i was waiting to see an apartment when a pale bulldog went lumbering by, almost grimacing at the hill he was encountering. then his stalwart owner with a blonde, shaved head slowly followed. a few moments passed and suddenly another brawnier, dark bulldog passed me from behind. i almost wasn’t surprised, but definitely delighted, when i looked over my shoulder to see the caboose – a stockier guy with a dark, shaved head.
- Hi. I'm a freelance creative director, copywriter, and content strategist who lives in Toronto. These are my musings. I often review books, and sometimes films. Always I write about the things that make me go hmmm.