The Big Ragu

I love the fact that dogs go to the bathroom wherever and whenever.
There’s never a bad time or a better time in the dog world. I
remember a friend who had a three-legged Dalmatian telling me that one night while they were at an upscale charity event with yellow-haired whippet-thin women, her dog stood in the middle of the “red carpet” and took a dump.  She laughed while those around were mortified.

Clarice, my dog before Carmine, did the same thing at a charity event.  I remember John Leguizamo was in attendance (but thankfully didn’t see it). As we walked down a long room making our way to the bar, she squatted and took a dump. I didn’t care except there weren’t any garbage pails around so I had to dump “the dump” by the bar.

I really had no choice.

Carmine randomly squats.  And since he still pees like a girl, he goes wherever on the sidewalk.  I try to pull him over to the curb, but sometimes it just doesn’t happen.  Most times people pass and smile
(probably laughing at us because I’m saying “Good boy” and they’re thinking boy??) But sometimes I get the dirtiest looks and comments because the dog had the nerve to make the person alter his/her path.

It is a big sidewalk isn’t it??

I keep reading that plastic bags are going to be banned in NYC.This panics me because sometimes those bags that come out of the hydrant-on-the-leash are just too small. Everything about Carmine is extra-large! Well if there is a ban on the plastic, then I guess newspapers and paper towels will do – the Sunday Times and whole lotta paper towels.  As long as we clean it up!!