New Yorkie Friday, June 25, 2004 [ banter 9 ]

It turns out they were wrong all along. You CAN buy happiness.

I got a dog. He's a purebred Yorkshire Terrier, approx 4lbs and six weeks old, and I got him from a private groomer. He apparently comes from a fine pedigree but I don't even care about that mess cuz I'm so happy to have him. Yorkies are great city dogs and they're a "toy breed", so he'll stay tiny (like me) --- he fucking fits in my Jack Spade bag, man! Yes, I already tried it out. He's ADORABLE, ya'll, and loves me already. I just got him today, haven't picked a name yet. Any ideas? Can't rush these things, you know, he's gonna be a big part of my life now so it's gotta be something good and something that folks will hear and go, "Oh my god that's perfect for him". In a fantastic coincidence, Fort Tryon Park & the Cloisters are right across the way from my apartment and they contain Sir William's Dog Run, the largest dog lawn in Manhattan. It's coming together quite nicely, I gotta say.

HOW THE HELL DO I OWN A DOG? This is insane, are we in the Matrix? I need to stop @ Spoiled Brats tomorrow and get him all setup right proper. Retractable leash, faux-fur puppy pillows, scented grooming products, pleather raincoat --- shit man, he needs a blog. My little pup will be the talk of the town, the little mack daddy of NoWa (North of Washington Heights... it's a thing I'm trying out but dammit, not really catching on). Maybe when he's a few months older he'll be ready for the Washington Square Park Dog Run! We gotta be careful though, them viscious little West Village poodles can be straightup BITCHES.

Um, dogs are a lot harder to lose than fish, right?

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