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Pimping the pooch

September 1st, 2004 · No Comments · Uncategorized

Like many New Yorkers, Leo, my dog, likes to people-watch. Actually, he prefers to dog-watch, but since dogs are almost exclusively tethered to people, he’s learned to people-watch by proxy.

He’s got three spots on our usual route that he likes to hang out, waiting for possible playmates and mooching scratches from kind passers-by. Even in the hustle and bustle of Hell’s Kitchen, he frequently manages to lay the cuteness on thick enough to get people to stop for a moment to fuss over him. There’s a lot of dog lovers in this town.

I love my dog, but I’ve never been partial to the whole face-licking thing. I don’t think it’s gross or anything, but I’ve never encouraged or really allowed Leo to go all out on the kissy-kissy action on me. And I assure you, he would love to. I know this because sometimes the people who stop to say hello to Leo are more than happy to let him lay on the tongue action. Fine by me, really. It’s their face and Leo enjoys it.

But that didn’t prepare me for the other night. A woman came over to where we were sitting to pay some attention to Leo. She squatted down, and Leo didn’t need to be told twice. He started to do his dog-kiss thing. Typically, the recipient of the kisses makes that “dog-kiss-face” which is a tight-lipped smile. Not this woman. She opened her mouth wide in a big “O”.

I was nonplussed.

What could I say? “Please don’t french kiss my dog. He’s only 2.” or “You really should buy him dinner first.”

Blessedly, this bizarre transaction was over in about ten seconds. But that was a very awkward and very long ten seconds.

I hope Leo doesn’t catch anything.

(Speaking of the dog, Leo’s site is being updated again, and I’ll be catching it up, posting one picture a day for each past week, until I’m caught up.)

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