This is New York where one shouldn’t be surprised over anything…but every once in a while…
I’m coming out of the bank. A Corgi, AKA the Queen’s dog, and a white Maltese that looks like a package of Hostess Sno-balls, are patiently waiting by the cash machines dressed in leopard from head to paw, including masks, but with their little snouts showing.
They even have leopard boots I never realized, come in plastic.
They give me their best Upper East Side sneer as if to say, what are you looking at, when their Mistress, well, he is a fellow in a full length mink coat and high-heeled boots so it’s safe to say…comes to claim them.
Before I could say anything nor leave, he says, “I see you’re admiring my boys.”
“Yes, I am,” I say, “they’re...searching for words…real showstoppers.”
He smiles as he takes treats out of his Louis Vuitton satchel, giving each dog one, before turning back to me to say, “How bout you?”
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