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. 
🙂
SB
I can just see the mayhem as those hot dogs scattered on their little legs. I have a question. Where does one keep six dogs in NYC? Do they have their own apartment?
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Never underestimate the very rich.
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😎
~Hal Rubenstein From my iPhone
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Well, that sure put it in a nutshell. Did Millie write this…:)
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I’m still laughing at the great wiener chase. You were all so kind to catch the dogs.
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Just one…but it was fast and funny. I had them growing up, but regular size…like long Italian sausages, on legs. 🙂
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Six? Dachshunds?
No gracias. But I think they were just jail breaking for sport, because if the owner’s got them dressed for success AND taking a taxi just to be safe? They ain’t running away from home so much as stretching their legs.
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That could be…but they’re still dogs remember, doesn’t matter if they live at the Taj Mahal 🙂
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I relate to them completely.
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I do too. When I see them in their humiliating snow boots I want to recommend a lawyer. They’re dogs, not knickknacks.
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A video of that would have been fun.
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I’m never prepared. When I run I never bring my phone. I’m always afraid I’ll drop it somehow. But yes, it had a Key Stone Cop feel to it.
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Ha ha ha.
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You’re an easy laugh John. We appreciate that.
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I like that.
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I laugh at everything which saves me from self-destructing.
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I have a similar profile.
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Nice to know John. 🙂
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That was almost “Dog gone” good!
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Nice wordplay Scott. 🙂
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Thanks, my usual style…
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👍
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This is a great smile-creator for my Monday morning!
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You had to see it. People think I made it up. I live by pure accident in the most over-the-top part of town where all bets are off when it comes to, conspicuous consumption as it’s called. I’d love to see their bedroom. Is it like a dorm with little beds? Pictures of Lassie and Rin Tin Tin on the walls? 🙂
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