I had a very interesting morning yesterday.
I met 3 new dogs.
One was Norma, a pit the size of a cannon at the Park’s Le Pain Quotidian awaiting her mistress who was getting coffee. You can’t mistake a pit really, even from the back, since their hips and legs are very distinctive. They look a bit like coffee tables that travel. She was holding a patient vigil when I came up beside her. I noticed at once she had a long scar across her right side.
Turns out Norma was rescued from a ring and her scar was from fighting. My heart naturally flung open like a trapdoor. She let me pet her beneath her chin nudging me for more when I stopped. My eyes got teary…couldn’t help it. We had much in common Norma and me. We both carry scars that didn’t kill us.
Then Georgie Girl, the actor Jim Dale’s Doberman (played Barnum on Broadway, Dale not the dog), came over to flirt with Norma. “I guess you like women with a little meat on them, huh Georgie,” I said, then remembering she was a girl too. I love how she never takes her big, brown eyes off her master for one minute. Not that I blame her…he is a very handsome guy in his mid 60s. Some men, they just get better with age, like hunks of good cheddar.
Last but not least we have Tux, a black and white Portuguese Water Dog who looks like she was made by Mattel. She’s so furry and cuddly not to mention funny. Tux likes to sit upright on the cafe chairs outside of Le Pain Q. Her owner, a retired chef named Marcel, yells at her to get down but Tux just comes right back looking as if she really is at a black tie affair.
I’ve been licking my wounds over a number of things so the attentions of Norma, Georgie and Tux took me right out of my gloom.
Funny how that happens.
They don’t call them man’s best friend for nothing.
Just a little New York tail to share on this first day of the New Year.
PS Didn’t get photos of the other two dogs who said, not without make-up thank you very much.
I hear that.