Send in the army

Here deep in the midst of Yorkville at the Daisy confines I find myself yearning for warmer weather. I eagerly await those days when I can shake my head as I watch little dogs in their owners' carryall bag, or cheer for them as they try to escape a Ferrari or Lamborghini. Because here in the heart of T.O.'s foofoo consumerism I can attest to the fact that everything is buried under snow. It's proof to me that no one in Toronto's works department gives a fart about our fair city's upper crust establishments. Who will take up the cause of Pusateri's, Remy's and Sassafraz (posthumously of course)? Send in the army I say.