I often write about the very rich and their opulence that can easily turn into the ridiculous, like this morning.
A family I’ve never seen, owns 6 miniature Dachshunds walked each morning, faithfully, by a middle-aged Latino man.
Today, something happened and they got off their leash. It’s one that harnesses them all together, that somehow, snapped.
Well, imagine 6 hotdogs escaping from their buns.
There they were, galloping in all directions barking up a storm as if chanting…
Free at Last, Free at last...
but here’s the best part.
Everyone stopped to help, chasing them down, including me who corralled a gal named Sal (short for Sally Ann) in her Burberry, light fall sweater with an imposing S on the front.
In minutes they were all rounded up, everyone laughing and smiling, while the walker made numerous signs of the cross.
He actually put them all in a cab to be on the safe side.
As the taxi turned the corner, we all watched and waved as their little brown snouts pressed on the window, I’ll just bet, humming…
Free at Last, Free at last…ALMOST…Free at last.