I am the most important person in New York
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Or at least I feel like it, when I part ways on the street with my boyfriend and his pooch. Because she cries, cranes her neck and howls (while he stands there impassively and sips on his iced coffee) and it pierces through the ambient Manhattan noise, and ricochets around the skyscraper canyons. Hurried businessmen and -women stop, turn, look for the source of this tortured wail, and then follow the direction of its plaint up the street, to me, grinning, blushing, hurrying to the train, fishing for my metrocard.
15 comments:
I just wanna squeeze him!
(the dog, not your boyfriend.)
thanks to a dog of my acquaintance with similar beliefs, i turn out to be the most important person in East Lansing, Michigan.
this, however, represents a slightly less impressive achievement.
The crows think I'm the most important person in my back yard.
Hahaha. I like all of these comments.
hey, you're a great writer. just wanted to say props to mad skills! :)
If you stand on a street corner in NyC where you can actually see some sky, and you look up, and if you could measure the angular velocities and vectors of all the objects you see in the sky, you would discover they are all moving away from you. From this observation you might deduce that you are at the very center of the universe. Sounds pretty important to me.
Cute dog.
sending fan love your way! great blog! thanks for sharing!
I had two dogs once I sure miss them. Have as much fun as you can with the little creatures while they are with us.
i like your dog :)
Hanging out makes me miss our blogs
OH my! His so cute.=D
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