I occasionally miss things about New York that I never would have anticipated, including weird urban sights like smoke rising from manhole covers in the middle of the street.
Frankie would hate the city, I suspect — too many people, too much noise — and he’s not a competitive urinater. He either squats or lifts his leg, balletically, in a single spot. So even if he visited Manhattan, he would probably skitter along the sidewalk rather than stopping to use the fire hydrant facilities.
But the above picture sent by Carla (of Leap of Faith fame) of a backyard ornament created by her landlord reminded me that I have a similar photo of me and Frankie, taken at In the Raw, a dog-friendly restaurant in Scottsdale. This in turn took me on a trip down memory lane, back to the time when Archie taught Frankie how to pee like a man. Or at least more like male dogs generally do.
So here’s to New York City and young(er) dog dreaming.
Update: Rod Burkert of GoPetfriendly.com sent his own dog-with-fire hydrant photo, which I will dub Fire Hydrant Squared: In addition to the fire hydrant itself, note the poop bag holder at the end of the leash.
Feel free to submit your own dog-with-fire hydrant photos via jpeg to writestf at mac.com. I promise to post them.