Going For Brogue

Witnessed a random act
of kindness today.
Near the foot of Bathurst
a woman was running to
catch a streetcar.
The nearest stop was
about 100 yards away.
The driver rang his bell
several times and stopped
so the woman could get on.
As the streetcar pulled away
I noticed the driver had a
huge smile on his face.
A week earlier at approximately
the same spot, I encountered
a woman with a little white dog.
The dog was biting at itself.
It seems they had been in a park
and the dog had got some burrs
in its fur. The woman told me
this in a thick Irish accent.
I suppose if she had been Scottish
they both would have had burrs.
She decided to carry the dog.