Curb the Bitch!

8.11.09, 4:14 pm, President street, Park Slope, Brooklyn

Welcome to Brooklyn!

Fawn-colored Boxer in blue harness leads young female owner to a fresh pee stain on the low, ivy-covered wall in front of a Park Slope brownstone between 7th and 8th avenues. The dog sniffs with dignified curiosity, but makes no move to claim the territory--this was obviously a bigger dog's legacy.

A pair of gray-haired old females approach on the sidewalk. Their pruned faces resemble those of the California Raisinettes after hearing news that the ad campaign'd been cut. Their gray hair stands on end, an obvious result of ubiquitous amounts of hairspray. As the pair pass, the old maid nearest the dog owner aims her lip-sticked, snarl of a mouth at the young female and says loudly,

"I just do not understand why people do not curb their dogs."

The young female resists all urges to unclip her dog and hand the silent old female the leash to attach to her companion. At present, though, there are no reports of bitches being curbed.