I’m strolling down Park behind a very voluptuous dog walker in her 20s, Rubenesque, if you will, with a chassis, as my dad would have said, stopping traffic.
But what got my attention was her relationship with the sheepdog she was walking that couldn’t take his eyes off of her. Not that I blamed him, she being so beautiful, like a piece of fruit that dropped from the vine.
They made quite a couple, she with bright pink lips while he had barrettes to keep the fur out of his eyes wrapped in a Burberry sweater. One can only wonder who the owner was. I knew right away she wasn’t, not with a Biscuits and Bath T-shirt peeking from her canary yellow parka.
That’s the Upper East Side’s Cartier of dog-sitting, with a logo that says…
The Most Fun Your Dog Can Have Without You.
To say they’re popular is an understatement. Biscuits and Bath are big business in these parts.
Not one to saunter, passing her I said, “You seem to really like your job.”
She bent down, brandishing enough cleavage to make her Playmate of the whole Year, kissing the sheepdog smack on the lips and said, “I so loove my job.”
It was as if they were dating.
Imagine Brigitte Bardot in sweats with a leash, and a dog with a Beatle haircut and a bone…