Photograph the Dog on a Red Porch

May 24, 2005

First, there was steamy sex in the shower on a Sunday morning. Then we got in her car, the girl, the dog, and I, and drove towards the lakeshore. The dog was breathing heavily and I was sleepy. Somehow we ended up in Goderich…

I think sadists were in charge of urban planning in Goderich. All streets converge into a giant octagon from which there’s no escape. We saw cars ride around in circles for hours. And we couldn’t blame them — driving the octagon was the only form of entertainment on a Sunday afternoon.

We too drove around for a while before we decided to let the dog entertain us. We made her sit on a red porch and took pictures until she got pissed. Then we walked down to the beach to make her fetch sticks.

The rain chased us out of the city. We found Jesus.

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Comments

I think you’re right about the sadists… I felt the same way when I went there.

Posted by: Megan on May 25, 2005 at 03:08 PM

I’m a sucker for steamy sex and photos of dogs sitting on red porches. Not at the same time of course.

Posted by: jules on May 25, 2005 at 09:55 PM

But Walt Disney loved it…Disneyland’s urban planning is based on Goderich, did you know that? Now you can say, technically, that you’ve been to Disneyland…

Posted by: Selene on May 27, 2005 at 07:29 PM

thank you for the info on Disneyland — I had no idea. and yes, the city looks nice on a map. the only problem is getting around. that, and there’s nothing to do on a Sunday afternoon.

good cities draw you into their soul — Goderich seemed vacant. maybe we got to go back for a second, less cynical look.

Posted by: Tudor on May 30, 2005 at 06:17 PM