And yet, there we all were, out walking the dogs. Days like today I feel really badly for the small dogs being walked in packs with larger dogs, waiting on the cold sidewalks while walker goes in to drop off a dog or pick one up, being pulled along the sidewalks for longer walks than the dogs really need in such freezing temperatures. The small ones really don’t need to be outdoors for hours on end.
As for me and Rochester, we had Central Park to ourselves, pretty much. We only had one hoard of tourists break the icy silence. Of course, there was one rude dog. There’s always at least one it seems.
Maltese off leash leaving the park at the East 76th Street path, at 10:00 A.M., a good hour after the off-leash period. Thankfully, the owner leashed the dog for me when asked and didn’t put me through the usual bull I have to tolerate (“what are you, the police?” is one of the more polite comments I hear).
Good thing too. I’m not sure Rochester cares whether the small animal is a squirrel or a small dog–to him, its all prey.
