The Brooklyn Bridge

The reason there are so few photos of me on the blog is because Charles refuses to play the part of the tourist and take them. Above is me on the Brooklyn Bridge, and below I am with Naoli out for dinner on Charles' birthday.

The walk across Brooklyn Bridge is fun, maybe not in a real New York winter, but today it was sunny. I look like a real tourist and Charles is trying to look bored. Caren took the photo and showed us around Brooklyn Heights. Because the apartments are bigger, the dogs are also bigger; huge bear animals walk along. Small dogs are allowed everywhere, and if a shopkeeper does not allow, even welcome them the shop will give over the edge to a competitor. Dog friendly banks supply treats and water bowls. It is easy to tell a dog friendly bank because it has a sign "B.O.Y.D.". I wondered if I would be allowed in the bank if I did not have a dog. I have seen fighting, drunk, poorly-educated, starving, begging, freezing humans; but only well behaved, well cared for dogs. I have not even heard one dog bark or growl in the whole time we have been here. Then again, perhaps they are just so grateful to be let out of the crate, that they have become absolutely compliant. Dogs are so revered, that I was tempted to suggest to one of the beggers on the subway that he should give up asking for money to feed his family, and start asking for money to feed his dog.