(nicht so) hurly-burly Hunde

So today I walked from the train station to my German class. Nothing particularly odd. There were many people in the city center. Still nothing odd. Someone dropped a lighter in front of me. Maybe not an everyday occurrence but still nothing to get my undies in a bundle over. A man who appeared--shall we say--a little more rough around the edges bent over to pick in up. Noch ist alles in ordnung. I continued to walk past but noticed there was a large boulder near the man. Just kidding it was a dog. If I could even call it that. I have NEVER seen a dog this big in my entire life. I did a double take and then could hardly take my eyes off it. I'm sure it was a very nice dog. It was just curled up in a ball, minding its own business. But seriously. Have you ever seen The Sandlot? This was "The Beast". Only bigger. And grey (or gray if you prefer). But seriously. On my way back to the train station after class it was still there and just as big as before.

On a completely unrelated note, I learned a new German word today: Lärm. Luckily it was explained to me because the dictionary was less than helpful. "Clamor; din" Ok. I guess I can get the idea, but really? Who uses those words? What really got me was the first two: "Hurly-burly; pother." Wow. I think that I generally use a decent degree of specificity in my word choice. Shamefully, I don't think I've ever used either one of those words in a sentence, or could even if the aforementioned dog were chasing me until I did it. New goal. Just in case.

I'm not sayin'; I'm just sayin'.