We popped out of the Met and it must have been dog walking time because there were little scrappy doggy things everywhere. EVERYWHERE. Being a cute and happy and doggy! I half thought maybe there was some rule about dogs in New York, restrictions on pounds per inch, but today I spied quite a few larger breeds, including a gorgeous golden retriever prancing about Central Park.
We even stumbled upon a store on Lexington Avenue that sold puppies. This store was called, wait for it..."Puppies".
AND THEY WERE SO CUTE. WE DIED.
Actually the conditions were horrific. But nothing subtracts from the cuteness of a gleeful climbing puppy.
So, I am warning you. New York = puppies.