I feel like owning a dog in NYC would suck. It would have to live in your small over priced apartment. It would bark and make your neighbors mad. Dog hair. Dog smell. Dog poop. You would have to walk it down narrow busy streets full of tourists and pissed of cab drivers. Then when it decides to take a crap on the side walk, you have to grab the little bag a pick up its crap while 300 people eating pizza and wearing “I heart new york” t shirts watch and shame you as if dogs aren’t supposed to poop.
And then not to mention some long haired Canadian guy will decide to take a picture of your dog as your’e walking it down the side walk in hopes that it will do it’s business so you can go back to your apartment, throw on Netflix and stress about how you’re going to make your next rent payment.
I’m less afraid to point my camera at animals than I am to point it at people. This dog still didn’t seem to impressed.
This is on some small numeric street in west Manhattan last week.
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