My mother and I recently made a day trip to New York City to meet some blogfriends, eat some fancy-schmancy French food, walk around like tourists, and laugh uproariously.
Good times, that.
In our walking aroundedness, we wandered through a delightful street fair in the West Village, where we saw just about every type of individual one would care to describe.
Everywhere else in the world, you might witness interested spectators. In New York City, you see interesting spectators.
And dogs.
I patted about a hundred dogs, from scruffy mongrelly beloved pups to fastidious snooty-looking, fresh from the dog grooming salon, giving "bitch" a new name, better dressed than I was, pedigreed pets.
They all wag their tails happily at the attention.
Me, I felt like a judge at the AKC.
And from the shiniest coated show-class Maltese to the sweet natured Rottie whose owner asked if we could buy his dog something to eat, they were all beautiful.
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