Fettered ambition.

I came upon them on my walk to work. A huddle of canine friends waiting for their stroll through Central Park. I loved their expressions, their aloofness - so un-dog like. The we've done this before, where dogs are usually oh this! #20,000, but my tireless enthusiasm goes on. With all of those affixed leashes, it is like they've had to learn to forsake a part of their innate being in order to avoid tangulation (as I like to call it). The terrier looks like he could pose problems for all - still a little too eager. Must be a new member of the pack.

Dogs.

This one looks like a camel. A lot. And yes, I can confirm that is a large slobber dab.


This one does not.

In a line.

Sammy.

On Hold

Remember this one?

I ran into him again...



and I was delighted to find him in me.

Dogs Love Trucks (vehicles, really)

I am reckless on my bike. When I ride with Xavier, his voice - his stream of cautionary counsel makes me grind my teeth together - something I very rarely do. But he does have a point, and it must be nerve-wracking to watch the close encounters I invite with buses and scooters and other motorists. I think there is a part of my brain that hasn't morphed from its teenage state - I still believe there is no way I can die on my bike, or at all really.

While on my bike today, thanks to this pooch, I had a little cautionary advice to give myself. In the future, if I ever see this dog again - poking its mastodonic head out the window - gazing out at the streets in an aloof manner, but like they all still belonged to him - I vow to pull over immediately. I know what will happen if I do not. I fell off my bike laughing. I was in the middle of two lanes and it was not an ideal place to have a laughing fit (or to fall over while wearing a skirt). Regardless, I had the presence of mind to pull out my trusty camera to document him. Thank goodness for that red light.