August 8, 2014
On West 72nd: Two people engaged in conversation, and at their feet, on leashes, a Rhodesian Ridgeback on his/her side "wrestling" with a black long-haired Dachshund whose squirmy little body was trying to cover the Ridgeback's chest like a bib, gently responding to the little guy's peppy and spirited advances, open mouths scissoring, tongues lolling, tails wagging, paws jumbling, ears flopping, sunlight glinting off of their bright, excited, happy eyes. I wanted to get down on the sidewalk and join in the fuzzy fun but instead grinned until my face fell off. But that's okay. It will regenerate by tomorrow.