I was walking west on St Mark's Place toward Broadway. I heard somebody shouting "Stop that dog!" Then saw a group of guys running down Lafayette, but I didn't see a dog.
Shortly thereafter, I saw an exhausted woman with a leash trying to run to the direction of the shouting.
I kept walking and turned north on Broadway. I had reached 9th Street when I heard the shouting again. I saw a very wet golden retriever-ish dog running in the street and against traffic, but directly toward me. The dog skillfully dodged my attempt to catch it, and proceeded to dart its way through oncoming traffic before ... disappearing again.
Any other reports of this story? Does anyone know how it ended?
Kita has had a marvelous first East Village holiday. She got some neat presents but none have impressed her as much as the ever more esoteric doggie snacks she gets from that fancy pet food shop on East 9th Street. Her favorite is some sort of a yak milk bar she guards jealously. We’ve tried discussing the carbon footprint of imported yak milk but she is so far unimpressed.
After being shut in during the hurricane, Kita was delighted to go back out into the light of day and exercise her right to vote.
She was a bit dismayed by the long lines but had nothing to compare it as this was her first time voting in this district. We’re pretty sure she voted straight ticket for the Working Families Party but she’s reluctant to disclose that publically given she’s still mulling a run for CB3.
