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I aspire to be Stella in my next life.
Lovely photos. They look happy. I was having lunch recently outside at Isabelle’s and a huge mutt pissed 6 feet away from where I was eating.. almost couldn’t finish my food. Yuck!
Imagine how many gallons of urine there is all over the sidewalks of NY>
Jules, sorry that you are not a dog person.
Wow, thanks for sharing Jules. That really filled in the missing gaps in this story.
I love the joyful play of dogs in Central Park. My pug loves to go, be free and meet his dog friends for a romp.
I love the dogs no matter where they are in NYC. How about the Mommy’s who change their baby’s where ever.
As far as the poop and pea, we dog lovers pray for a good RAIN once every week.
Anyone who uses a baby analogous to a dog is out of there mind. In Jules defense the problem I feel lies in the dog owners not the dogs themselves.