Our little ragamuffin pooch Copper was glad to see me when I walked in the door Sunday night. I gave him a hug and a pat, and yesterday, when we had more time together, I told him what I really thought about the dogs of New York.
They're cute, I said, and you would probably like to sniff them out. But then again, you might not take them seriously because ... they wear clothes. I mean, not just the random pampered poodle, but the perky bichon and the elegant whippet. I would say about a third of the canines I spotted in the Big Apple were wearing something other than their leashes.
Dachshunds were the best dressed. They wore knitted shirts and tuxedo vests. And one dog (not a dachshund) in Washington Square Park was decked out in a plaid shirt and tennis shoes. This dog also walked on his hind legs.
I've heard there's a new movement afoot to accord animals the rights of people. If not the rights, then at least the wardrobes. At least in Manhattan.