Downtown is my home. This is why the Upper East Side, where I live now, will never be home:
A pouffy little white dog fell in love with my real dog this morning in Central Park. The owner, a quintessential Upper East Side matron, asked me what I feed Sam. I told her about his kibble and his salad and veggies that keep him spry at age 12 1/2. “What does yours eat?” I aksed. “Lobster, shrimp and fresh chicken.”
Real Dogs Don’t Eat Lobster
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Ummm…I am stunned.
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I know people who can take care of that little dog for you ma’am.
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Maybe I should introduce the poofy dog to my Damnation Hound…
smp
Only in New York.