I am delighted to find this marvelous blog with a pooch post. Imagine. I was idly googling myself while my masters were out doing whatever they do when they leave the house without me and there was a blog about me MINI ME the BICHON FRISEE belonging to the formerly hyperactive Attorney General of New York. The kind and obviously empathic writer bemoaned my fate having to walk four times daily tethered to scandal ridden former high official whose very presence evokes intense reactions from revulsion to nasty snickers.
Fear not, dear Reader. I do not share his humiliation. I don't actually think he shares it either being a well developed egomaniac, take it from me, I have lived with him for many years. When we sense the wave of disapproval and schadenfreude washing towards us on the paths of Central park we stiffen our backs, stick up our nostrils and occasionally one of us emits a small stream of pee to mark our passage. Guess who
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