One of my favorite ladies and I hung out a bit yesterday near Union Square and found ourselves at the dog run. Okay, so that implies that we roamed there by happenstance, but we planned it after a jaunt to Dick (pause to giggle) Blick and a fantastic and gorgeous lunch at Peacefood Cafe. Who says “no” to a suggestion to look at dogs? No one I want to know, that’s for sure.
Anyway, the run wasn’t overrun with dogs, but it did entertain quite a few, a beautiful mix of big, small, fluffy, smooth, floppy-eared, and pointy-eared. One thing they all had in common was that they were adorable and my friend and I wanted to smoosh every one and squeeze them until their guts came out (in a good way). This one guy, though, cracked us up:
If I have to explain to you why this is adorable, there is no hope for you, sadly.
Springtime in New York is absolutely glorious, and enhanced exponentially by the existence of dogs out and about and happy in the sunshine.