It has happened! September, and I am back to work. Valley of the Dolls concluded and, of course, everyone got miserable or died. I, without riches or fame, remain pretty happy. A man catcalled me yesterday by saying I had “that cougar look.” Being catcalled is gross but I also couldn’t help thinking: It’s about time! I’m too busy to enjoy my cougar status properly, which is just as well. I proceeded down the block and turned my attention to the tiny Chihuahua I was walking, talking to her, ignoring the man.
Dropped off a dog at his apartment; the owner was happy to see us both and gave me a big hug. I’m sure there are plenty of other professions where your boss affectionately hugs you, but this is the only one I’ve had. I really like my job if you hadn’t noticed.
I had an hour before my next walk–slow summer! It’s all about to change the second Labor Day ends!–so, fuck it, I headed to Sundaes & Cones on 10th Street and got a goddamn ice cream cone at 11:30 in the morning. Hazelnut flavor. Life is so idle and lovely right now. I’m reading Valley of the Dolls by Jacqueline Susann and those shrewd, sensuous girls are as relatable as can be. I find myself wishing someone would give me a mink, a diamond, a fancy pied-à-terre. It’s evening now and I’m happy, though, having sparkling wine and sharing the couch with my cat.
At this time, I present a photo I took all the way back in 2011 with a primitive camera phone. This dog was young and robust back then! I still know him, and he has grown a little more reserved with age. He’s more delicate now, too. Also, he has better manners–he would NEVER lick his caretaker’s flip-flop these days.
The shoes are from a 99-cent store on Newark Avenue in Jersey City. I wore them everywhere for three summers and finally threw them away after I realized how bad they were for my back.
Hi, friends! Welcome to my site. I have been thinking for a long time about starting it, but today’s the day. I really hope you enjoy what I’ll be puttin’ down (this is slang for “presenting” or “revealing,” used in relation to a creative work). You can expect content about dogs, cats, and other animals; about the dog walking/pet care profession; and about living here in the city. I will record my voice, talking about stuff, and sometimes I’ll include other media like photos and drawings. OH YES AND I’LL BE DISCUSSING POP CULTURE!
Today was a cool, rainy day here in August, and I enjoyed it quite a lot–though this week is suddenly almost barren of work, and I would have enjoyed the cool weather more if I weren’t kind of anxious about $$$. Dog walkers are always at the mercy of sudden schedule changes. August tends to be a big month for these, as dog owners go on vacation out of the city and don’t know when they’ll be back, or sometimes they do know but forget to notify us. It is what it is. I have never done cancellation fees, because I feel like they’d eat away at the dog walker-client relationship. At bottom it’s a good-faith arrangement.
During my one long break in the day, between a walk in Chelsea and another near Washington Square Park, I sat in the AIDS memorial park under a tree and watched a flock of sparrows. I really just sat and watched them: I was bored of looking at my phone, and they were much more interesting anyway. They approached people, slyly, trying not to look like they wanted food; then one would get a piece of food and fly away with it or fight over it with another bird. I just sat there, with the luxury of free time, enjoying this and it underscored for me yet again how important it is for me to be near animals. I am most comfortable when surrounded by animals, I thought.
Definitely a simplistic notion, but it felt good to affirm that to myself.