There's a faint jingling sound in the distance, like Santa approaching merrily in his sleigh. But it's almost April, so this can't be right. Christmas is long gone and the first buds of spring are on their way. The sound crescendos, the bells floating brightly through the crisp air.
I look up, just in time to see 5...no...6...no 7 unleashed baby pomeranian puppies turning the grimy city corner. The bells around their necks sing together, as they run around a tall, thin man. The Pied Piper of Pomeranians - The Pomeranian Man.
I know this man. I've seen him before. On subway platforms. In parks. Walking down the street. And always..always surrounded by his Pomeranians. The eye of a furry storm. I am constantly amazed by the fact that I keep seeing the same man over and over again in a city the size of Toronto. If you really think about it, the odds are pretty great. Five million people. Twenty-four hours in a day. Thousands of criss crossing streets. It's unreal actually. And I'm sure I'm not the only one. I'm sure there are other Torontonians who've met the Pomeranian Man.
Maybe he's a critical link in the 6 degrees of separation chain?? Who knows?