Here’s a photo I took of myself today en route to Hoboken. Sorry it’s so small; I must be mindful of my privacy. I love white–like to think it’s flattering on me. But it’s so difficult to keep clean–especially in NYC where the public transit is grimy! Tip for potential visitors: carry bottles of hand sanitizer!
After I got my head examined, I took photos of random dogs I saw around Hoboken. I am crazy for animals. Aren’t these dogs great? I especially love this bizarre small furry one; he looks so weird, and I like weird. I have a special affection for mutts. Some people get offended when I use that word, but I don’t think there’s anything wrong with it. Mutts are very special. One of my favorite dogs was a mutt…actually, wait, that’s not fair. All my dogs have been my favorite. That is what makes dogs so special; each one is different, and you love each one in a different way–not one more than another.
|Australian Cattle Dog mix? What a handsome jack, and smart as a whip!|
|Beagle something…? I love his asymmetrical white socks! He’s pissed and waiting impatiently outside of the hardware store.|
If you’re disappointed by the cutesy tone of this post, gentle reader, never fear: I need my fix, and my friend Heinrich has invited me over for supper tomorrow evening. Or, rather, for suppertime. I have no idea whether dining will be involved.
But there will definitely be something on the menu, food or otherwise (is that pun terrible?). He has plans; detailed plans. He is like me; there is nothing spontaneous in his character.
I do not think that I will be able to wear the dress I wore today on Monday. I cannot vouch for the pristine condition of my hide. We’ll see how it goes. I will not show anyone else, but I will show you.