IT’S A CANE CORSO. A C-A-N-E C-O-R-S-O! – 11.05.2010

Pronounced KAH-neh-KOR-soh.  One more time!!!  Not like cane as in candy cane, but ca-ne!!!!!!!

Anyone who has been following this blog knows that I struggle with a lot of ignorance about Orso’s breed, the Cane Corso.  In fact, people would rather state with conviction that they know the breed and blurt out some random piece of misinformation instead of humbly admitting they have never heard of the breed.  It gets frustrating because we are constantly having to clear up misconceptions about the Cane Corso breed.  Aside from that, many people play this guessing game called “what kind of dog is that” and again will not just come out and ask us.  That also is a bit frustrating.

So, let’s keep in mind that Orso goes just about EVERYWHERE with us.  Tonight was no different.  I loaded Orso into the Jeep with every intention to head over to Merrick Park for the Coral Gables Art Stroll that takes place the first Friday of every month.  Our plans were to end up at Yardhouse and enjoy a peaceful night with each other and our favorite Corso.  No such luck.

We found out that a friend was in South Miami, so we headed there instead.  Orso and us met up with her at Town Kitchen & Bar in South Miami for drinks and dinner.  As I have posted before, South Miami is a tough situation when it comes to dogs.  Although all of the outdoor dining is pet-friendly, with the exception of Ra Sushi that only allows you to sit at one table if you are with dogs, South Miami struggles with the notion that people actually do go places with their dogs.  They have a lot to learn from Coconut Grove in this respect.  Don’t get me wrong, the folks at Town were great, but it’s the people dining there that need to get with the program.

For the greater part of the night, we dealt with a table behind us that was overrun by morons.  The minute we sat down, this slightly inebriated woman, girl, ditz, whatever you want to call her, immediately stated with conviction that he was a pit bull and that those dogs are illegal in this county.  Not being very tolerant of ignorance, I turn around and correct her – “No, he is NOT a pit bull.”  The little under-the-breath comments continue throughout the night until the very end of their dinner.  I shifted in my seat and basically made inadvertent eye contact with the “dog prodigy” sitting behind me.  She begins to talk to me about Orso and how cuddly he is – woah, I thought you were SURE he was a pit 30 minutes ago!  Then she asks me if he is a Presa Canario.  I give her a simple, “no, he is not.”  She then keeps rattling off breeds until I tell her that he’s a Cane Corso, at which time she lets me know that she knows ALL about the breed and LOVES the breed, but that it is so unfortunate that her neighbor had one that ripped an infant’s head off.  WHAT??!!!!???!!  Are you KIDDING me!!!!????  Sadly, my intolerance for absolute and complete idiocy gets the best of me and almost rip her head off. 

In honor of the drunk ditz that annoyed me throughout the night and every other potential idiot out there who will say things out of ignorance, I have decided to order several of the tee shirt below and employ it as a regular uniform: