tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66872078927508076952024-02-18T21:14:45.003-05:00Small Dog in the Big CityAmma B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738981733962480007noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687207892750807695.post-76147125507011229502010-03-05T10:46:00.003-05:002010-03-05T10:49:41.196-05:00Glamour Shot<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I'm really quite gorgeous.....</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOoOTRBklQNe2QVRvDR8wqh3qM-TVmsq98IlFGK1aEQWk0h07EL_-DEEiIGdzNI7C4ivK0g21hNFiP3mvMQsdCQIEzd_lz5ugplow123y_NZvvDsM0TPkBM_zIeJSSYv2JOHwj_nh2kQV7/s1600-h/IMG_0212.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><img border="0" height="371" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOoOTRBklQNe2QVRvDR8wqh3qM-TVmsq98IlFGK1aEQWk0h07EL_-DEEiIGdzNI7C4ivK0g21hNFiP3mvMQsdCQIEzd_lz5ugplow123y_NZvvDsM0TPkBM_zIeJSSYv2JOHwj_nh2kQV7/s400/IMG_0212.JPG" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
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</div>Amma B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738981733962480007noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687207892750807695.post-72658946127186712542010-03-04T20:15:00.003-05:002010-03-04T20:33:50.937-05:00Texas Trip: Part II<div style="text-align: center;">After spending a night in Houston, mom and my Big Buddy (who you'll meet soon) took me on a road trip to Austin! Traveling by car has always been my preferred method of transportation, especially since I have my own seat.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Austin was my first home, and I love going back to visit for many reasons. The <i>BIGGEST</i> is definitely my cousin Leo.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Leo is a Rhodesian Ridgeback, and even though we're only 3 months apart, he weighs 110lbs more than me, and his butt is too tall for me to sniff. When mom brought me home for the first time, Leo was ecstatic that he had a new toy to play with! On the other <span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;">hand</span> paw, I had a few reservations about this horse-like beast that I heard could hunt lions in Africa.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">While Leo and I definitely experienced our fair share of squabbles....</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">...I eventually realized that all he wanted to do was cuddle.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Now that we're both a little more mature, Leo and are I are the best of friends. When I visited him in Austin, Leo let me use his crate...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">....and even shared his toys (something I'm working on).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When it was time to leave, Leo and I said our good-byes and tried not to whimper. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">See you soon Leezorator, I miss you!</div>Amma B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738981733962480007noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687207892750807695.post-3913208104949097402010-03-01T20:53:00.002-05:002010-03-02T13:16:21.027-05:00Texas Trip: Part ITo celebrate Valentine's Day (or at least so mom could), we took a trip to Texas! One of my favorite places to visit is Houston, where my grandparents live. They have a HUGE backyard, and it's really like having my own personal dog park (without the cute Shih Tzus to sniff). Whenever we stay there, I insist on playing fetch for several hours every morning.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When my favorite ball got stuck in the bushes, I panicked!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">...but fortunately all good grandparents keep a supply of toys in assorted colors and sizes.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">There are so many places for me to nap!</div>Amma B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738981733962480007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687207892750807695.post-51620728310785407232010-03-01T19:37:00.003-05:002010-03-04T20:34:39.614-05:00My busy scheduleI apologize for not posting lately, but Mom has been keeping me really busy. Between our trip to Texas and all the snow to play in, I've fallen a little behind on blogging. You'll get to hear about all my recent adventures soon, but I wanted to give you a sneak peak of what I've been up to:<br />
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</div><div>Stay tuned because there's more to come. But first, I have a new bone I need to hide behind the sofa cushions...</div></div>Amma B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738981733962480007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687207892750807695.post-62907802142822634452010-02-08T22:49:00.005-05:002010-03-04T20:35:15.140-05:00A rip-roaring good time!<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">The sun finally came out yesterday in NYC, so mom decided to take me on a nice long walk. It was so cold the Hudson River was frozen over, but she felt guilty about keeping me cooped up all day Saturday.</span><br />
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</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I pulled as hard as I could to get to the Leroy Street Dog Run- one of my favorite city spots. Mom gave in, but it was so windy and cold that we didn't stick around for long.</span><br />
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</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">We ducked into </span><a href="http://www.zoomiesnyc.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Zoomies</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> on our way home to warm up for a bit. This is one of my favorite West Village dog boutiques, due in part to their cute little Yorkie, Chou Chou, who resides on the countertop.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Mom decided that I needed new toy, because I tore all of the stuffing out of my Valentine's day bear. I love ripping the arms and legs off a $10 stuffed animal that mom gives me two weeks before a designated holiday.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">When we spotted the "Let 'Em Rip" Pig, mom was sold. The head and limbs are velcro-ed on, so they can be re-attached after I tear them off. This is what it looked like last night:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">....and 24 hours later:</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">No stuffing to clean-up <i>and</i> I get to rip it apart again tomorrow! Awesome.</span></div>Amma B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738981733962480007noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687207892750807695.post-55641136193626584212010-02-08T15:21:00.015-05:002010-02-08T15:37:40.426-05:00I want to be a hipster<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Check out my new shades!</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Ok, so maybe that's not me, but it could be. Hipsters are taking over New York, and I'm next in line. Maybe I could convince mom to move to Brooklyn and buy me some skinny jeans (well, not too skinny), so I could fit in with the other dogs at </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><a href="http://hipsterpuppies.tumblr.com/" style="color: #147dba;" target="_blank"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">http://hipsterpuppies.tumblr.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><wbr></wbr>com/</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Happy Monday! </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Love, Henry</span></span></div></span></span>Amma B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738981733962480007noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687207892750807695.post-52376401375655849692010-02-06T21:20:00.007-05:002010-02-06T23:36:16.448-05:00Snow Day?<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh78P6tgM3qtlUqD0tJee0haGPkDwm5ySOECb28lj8PRyzszdOEVnkyj_eZvCKNhDgFqWaUTQFvju-GkOuJhpcl_kLt9cAU2IWphe2CV6YdBhP9HeM36kJ-1KpWhG3ZWGmcNVS2jyiZ7E8w/s1600-h/IMG00021-20100128-0953.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh78P6tgM3qtlUqD0tJee0haGPkDwm5ySOECb28lj8PRyzszdOEVnkyj_eZvCKNhDgFqWaUTQFvju-GkOuJhpcl_kLt9cAU2IWphe2CV6YdBhP9HeM36kJ-1KpWhG3ZWGmcNVS2jyiZ7E8w/s400/IMG00021-20100128-0953.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: auto;"><br />
</div></div><div style="text-align: center;">Last year, in anticipation of my first New York winter, mom walked me over to <a href="http://www.trixieandpeanut.com/">Trixie and Peanut</a> with the goal of finding me a winter coat and boots. She'd heard that the salt and ice on city sidewalks would be bad for my little paws, and wanted to make sure I was warm and comfortable on our winter walks.</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We spent an agonizing hour trying on jackets, vests, and sweaters that only came in pink and wouldn't close around my tummy (I'm a BIG cavalier, but more about that later). Finally, mom spotted the perfect red parka that had Polartec lining <i>and </i>came in x-large. After picking up some Pawz dog boots, we were all set. </div><br />
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</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Mom couldn't wait to get me home to try on my new outfit. As soon as she put on my booties, however, I was stuck to the floor! Even when she tempted me with my favorite treats, I couldn't move an inch. After realizing the rubber shoes had not in fact paralyzed me, I learned to walk again.<br />
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</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">As winter dragged on, I began to love the cold, crunchy stuff mom calls snow. Snow is so much fun to jump in, eat, bury bones in, and great for hunting frozen squirrels. On our weekend trips to the nearby Catskills Mountains, mom had a hard time keeping me inside. </div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Needless to say I was pretty excited when I heard we were expecting snow this weekend! Mom tried on my boots to make sure they still fit, and I had dreams of chasing snowballs every night. When I woke up this morning, however, the snow was barely covering the flower beds where I take my morning poop.</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">While the "snowstorm" was a little disappointing, it was still cold enough to keep mom home most of the day. And cuddling on the sofa while she watches "Say Yes to the Dress" is better than a snow day anyway.</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Amma B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738981733962480007noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687207892750807695.post-2227995399720720132010-02-04T21:32:00.003-05:002010-03-04T20:36:50.394-05:00My friend Andrew<div class="" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">During the week, my mom has to leave me at home while she goes to work. Every morning, she tells me goodbye, kisses me on the top of the head, and off she goes. I finally have the place to myself, so I crawl back in bed for a little while....<br />
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</div>...and then spend the next couple of hours watching Animal Planet.<br />
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</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Around lunchtime I start to get a little antsy. Since mom works uptown, she can't come all the way home to visit me during the day. This is where Andrew comes in! Andrew is very tall, has a furry face like mine, and calls me "Hank" (we're not really sure why). </div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Rain or shine, Andrew comes to my apartment and takes me on a walk around the neighborhood. He lets me mark all the lamp posts and sniff the other dogs' butts. If you want someone like Andrew to walk you too, just call the nice people at <a href="http://www.downtownpets.com/">Downtown Pets</a> and they will hook you up.<br />
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</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Mom says that if we win the lottery, I'll get a membership at <a href="http://www.biscuitsandbath.com/">Biscuits and Bath</a>- a fancy New York "Doggy Gym" where I could spend everyday socializing with other city pups and stimulating my canine senses.<br />
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</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Andrew, thanks for always holding on tight to my leash.<br />
Love,<br />
Hank</div>Amma B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738981733962480007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687207892750807695.post-37049870951310997292010-02-03T22:53:00.000-05:002010-02-04T00:41:09.248-05:00Dirty Dog<div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: auto;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHQVrneT_ZI6IjZZ0_ZBQLIhpvBC2SurjsSPbJWDWwe98vxOGt31fUgBU775MQd49dOhyphenhyphenJEGmByTMirUp37_mauLnqrLjeaYdkK4n1GIqYGdyGrNpPowMgFZwAadajk7bw-EuqklvSe14S/s1600/IMG_2774.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHQVrneT_ZI6IjZZ0_ZBQLIhpvBC2SurjsSPbJWDWwe98vxOGt31fUgBU775MQd49dOhyphenhyphenJEGmByTMirUp37_mauLnqrLjeaYdkK4n1GIqYGdyGrNpPowMgFZwAadajk7bw-EuqklvSe14S/s400/IMG_2774.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />
</div></div><div style="text-align: center;">It's a well known fact that New York City is a pretty dirty place. While the sidewalk grime gives me lots to sniff on my daily walks, my mom hates the way it turns my white paws gray. Therefore, about once a week I have to endure the torture also known as "bath time." First she suds me up using Lavender and Mint scented Buddy Wash. I'd prefer something that smelled like dead animal or cat litter, but no one ever asks me.</div><div><br />
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</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Next, she insists on using girly products like Plush Puppy's "Blow Dry Cream" and "Puffy Dog" styling mousse to make my coat soft and shiny. I've noticed she doesn't use as many products on her own hair, so I guess I'm special (or just high maintenance).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixI9g9B7fsUMNN21OaW5nC722uIF1It7VqWUgbwPSXkfn1vH8PdwokPDgYWZqj4nHbGLZRq3NLEWm_Zmy04SXvFxdpIcffBLgDuBHUP-zQnDB8sX3NiWQyjtCr_z-PPCajJ_oXoEU0nIdJ/s1600-h/tn_Puffy_Dog_250gm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixI9g9B7fsUMNN21OaW5nC722uIF1It7VqWUgbwPSXkfn1vH8PdwokPDgYWZqj4nHbGLZRq3NLEWm_Zmy04SXvFxdpIcffBLgDuBHUP-zQnDB8sX3NiWQyjtCr_z-PPCajJ_oXoEU0nIdJ/s320/tn_Puffy_Dog_250gm.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBy_zuuCEB7kOYWJjMtyQgsoQ3gb-jwMdUOQXKFU6KEkNsxqUVJgMApC99NYNHfVQnJYG9Iyb2LfmLLrT38MLfudzTZhFBGYHDCRFzYcXFvVe945EbimGoyH5xnVVkrsZPPx0a8sSTvBck/s1600-h/tn_Blow_Dry_Cream_105gm-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="146" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBy_zuuCEB7kOYWJjMtyQgsoQ3gb-jwMdUOQXKFU6KEkNsxqUVJgMApC99NYNHfVQnJYG9Iyb2LfmLLrT38MLfudzTZhFBGYHDCRFzYcXFvVe945EbimGoyH5xnVVkrsZPPx0a8sSTvBck/s200/tn_Blow_Dry_Cream_105gm-1.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Finally, when I'm all dry and my paws are back to white, it's time to sleep. Bath time is hard work, but somebody's gotta do it.</div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">My mom currently uses the Harry Barker No. 2 Pet Waste Bag Dispenser because it's 100% eco-friendly, and the brown matches my leash very nicely...but more about that later.</div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Amma B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738981733962480007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6687207892750807695.post-62112916101457248392010-02-03T17:13:00.000-05:002010-02-04T00:13:04.701-05:00Dog Parks 101<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF604hbIW6Sl5aBxBKkMM2Rolw5vg-GKcpHb3hVkDFZRGD0vjMFbhkpI5Q8BW-CyaZ4uldlXaG7uSlcWkUWWfXipgXeGmyO8lRuMYInuXLjrhWJgop5_VHYthr92JSwG0mTM9f1sVsmz5L/s1600-h/IMG_3065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="346" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF604hbIW6Sl5aBxBKkMM2Rolw5vg-GKcpHb3hVkDFZRGD0vjMFbhkpI5Q8BW-CyaZ4uldlXaG7uSlcWkUWWfXipgXeGmyO8lRuMYInuXLjrhWJgop5_VHYthr92JSwG0mTM9f1sVsmz5L/s400/IMG_3065.JPG" width="400" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;">The first thing you need to figure out about living in New York is that your social life will revolve around the dog park. Before she found a dry cleaners, my 20-something mom located the nearest dog park in our West Village neighborhood. This is where I go to play, relax, meet friends, and get really tired so that I sleep the rest of the day. </div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXsAtASRH8UG4rZ4D7mkje1YSBDiGs4NlAA-mylkztbqt3jS73n60MRNQ8zT7ZJbrsqeEOo6whKta1ZbKzcYxf1dT57ix4IAvhZbSZ2fzwa2YLMvAt-6RbooCeHXrazke5am3VM2Z6p326/s1600-h/4945_917489341920_7905250_53027036_2507271_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="340" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXsAtASRH8UG4rZ4D7mkje1YSBDiGs4NlAA-mylkztbqt3jS73n60MRNQ8zT7ZJbrsqeEOo6whKta1ZbKzcYxf1dT57ix4IAvhZbSZ2fzwa2YLMvAt-6RbooCeHXrazke5am3VM2Z6p326/s400/4945_917489341920_7905250_53027036_2507271_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">My name's Henry. I'm a 2 year old Cavalier King Charles Spaniel currently living in New York City. Born in Texas, I have called the Big Apple home since July 2008. It's great being a dog in the city, but it takes some work (and insider knowledge). Follow me, and I'll teach you everything you need to know about being a city dog...or just look like one :)</div>Amma B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738981733962480007noreply@blogger.com0