October 13, 2011
A man carries a fuzzy black puppy down Sixth Avenue, pausing only to kiss the top of its tiny head. I'm transfixed, unable to get on the subway unless I meet the little darling. So I do. Turns out the man had become the pup's guardian just ten minutes earlier. The way I carried on, you would've thought he'd given birth to it, but neither man nor pup minded at all. This was the first Scottie I ever met, and I told the man, "I'm overjoyed that it gets to be this beautiful little guy." Swoon to the woof degree!