Once an aspiring show dog, I left my country home in CT for a new life. My breeders were very sad to let me go, but I was too tall for the show ring and proved to demand much more attention than they could have provided. An eager couple from NYC (Dave and Beth are their names) welcomed me to their home.
In April of 2007 my former parents dropped me off in Manhattan. I climbed out of my cage, transplanted from tree-laden CT to a 500sf cork-floored apartment. I sniffed. I missed my brothers and I missed my backyard, but this place was cool! We went on my first walk in the city. I saw cabs, buses, cars, people, bikes, sidewalks, weird dogs with fancy leashes… very fascinating indeed!
What I love most about the city are my 6am walks with my dad, conversations with Buoy and Max on windy fall evenings, quick chicken snacks from the weird pugs’ mom, running amuck with the big dogs at Running Paws, and “STAY!” lessons on the 12th floor hall. I love hanging out with my parents on lazy Sundays, and the treats from Tommy the doorman.
Yep- I’m a city dog. Now go get my leash.
