I’m coming out of Whole Foods a little after 7 a.m. to find a miniature Yorkie in an army fatigue hoodie (only on the upper east side), tied up at the curb.
This dog is so small, he’d fit in your wallet.
I’ve written more than once how dogs, especially little ones, are randomly stolen in my neighborhood, never to be seen again.
It mind-goggles me when they’re left to have no say of what may happen to them.
It’s cold, me and the dog are both shivering, and I have an early appointment besides. Yet, Joan of Bark still reports for duty.
I stand there and wait, figuring, his owner has to be en route, but after 5 long, freezing minutes, doesn’t appear.
I go in where the coffee line ends and ask, “Does someone own the Yorkie outside?”
No takers.
I then, keeping an eye on the dog, make my way around the first floor, no one having any idea who he belongs to.
Now I’m getting mad, thinking, what idiot leaves an animal out there that long in the cold, when anyone, including me, could easily steal him.
Did I mention on top of being cold, I’m extremely tired after working a very long day prior to this? In other words, my fuse is short.
I go back outside.
The animal is now shaking like he’s doing the hula.
I take him and put him in my jacket.
Don’t you know at that moment a guy, the size of Gulliver, comes out and accuses me of stealing his dog,
WHOA!
We go at it.
I tell him with as much self-control as I have, which isn’t much, that it’s irresponsible to leave him out in the cold, and so vulnerable to boot.
He’s screaming at me..”Fuck you lady, I’m callin the cops, you were stealin my dog,” who if could only talk, would happily explain everything.
Here’s where karma makes an appearance.
A policeman, unnoticed till now, gets out of his car across the street.
I’m thinking, oh man, am I gonna get arrested?
Well, Officer Will who, apparently saw the whole thing from beginning to end, tears Gulliver a new one, telling him…
“If you ever leave that little dog alone again, you’ll have to answer to me.”
Gulliver, who starts to argue, is silenced and told to go on his way.
As for me, about to break into song, go back to that coffee line and get a’coupla light and sweets for me, and good old Officer Will, one of New York’s finest.
WOOF!
🙂
SB
Fighting for truth, justice and the American way! Superwomen! Nice story ! Hope you had a nice weekend.
Hal Rubenstein from my iPhone
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It could have been Tucker out there doing the hula. Of course you nor Kate would never have left him that way.
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Bless you and what an ass hole that guy is. He should not own a dog.
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I always stop for an animal, a kid or the elderly. I just can’t help myself. Once consciousness comes a’callin, there’s no going back, and you’re late quite often while you stand vigil. sigh
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What a great story. Some people think because dogs have fur they don’t get cold but they do. Especially ones that live indoors and have thin coats. Good job Joan of Bark!
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Never know what people are thinking when it comes to their pets. And it bewildering.
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Please be careful, Susannah. New York’s finest won’t always be waiting in the wings.
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This is true, but hey, Sarge Yorkie was in trouble. Duty called.
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Let’s see, Gulliver, red-faced and angry or the very attractive lady holding a cute little dog. Yeah, that was really no contest!
Scott
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The policeman was very chivalrous indeed. 🙂
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Ha! Good for you. Luckily the cop was there. Poor little dog.
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Hope he’s ok. Still thinking of him.
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I’m so glad chivalry isn’t dead, Joan of Bark! I’m beginning to think you have Super Woman powers.
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I wish that was so. Then I could shoot over to Paris for breakfast. 🙂
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I told this story to John and daughter Lise this morning as we walked to the creek. They are as much in awe of you as I am. Lise said if you fly over Denmark with your magic cape, she’d love to have breakfast with you in Copenhagen.
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It’s a date.
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YES! Way to go, Susannah! ‘O)
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Consciousness is a bitch Paul. Once you own it, you own it.
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If O N L Y the animals could talk … ugh! I know this little guy would have spoken like a gentleman thanking you for ALL of your efforts, and then he would make Gulliver (so funny) understand that the only reason big guys have such tiny dogs is to give the illusion that their bigger than they really and frankly he’s tired of being used .. snap!
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I’m lucky no one shoots me.
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