Hello Everyone, Wimsey here welcoming you to my own personal winter paradise on Manhattan’s Upper West Side. It’s been snowing here for a few days, although the first day it was more like slushing than snowing. My human Maria and her friend Elizabeth bemoaned the lack of real snow as they crossed slushy lakes with me in tow.
Until the snow it was a pretty quiet week here. A little socializing with my bulldog buddy Tallulah, a little terrorizing of Little Teddy the neighbor’s min-doodle who flees at the very sight (and sound) of me in spite of the fact that I just want to give him a good sniff. Some of the usual gaggle of international touristic park admirers and a Sunday walk in which Elizabeth absent mindedly guided us to the bridle path forgetting that it was ankle deep in mud and slush. Mud and slush aren’t as good a medium for having fun as snow but they get me filthy and exhaust my humans which lends it a compensatory charm.
Anyway, it occurred to me that during my afternoon walks I frequently pass by Strawberry Fields and the “Imagine” mosaic, which although much photographed by tourists has never been photographed with me in it (at least not intentionally). So this week the situation was remedied. The sight of me next to the word “Imagine” conjures up it’s own (and sometimes frightening) imagery, such as:
Imagine if that dog were in my house
Well you get the idea. I am sure that that mosaic was designed for me. And of course living so close to Strawberry Fields (in which I am always searching in vain for Strawberries to consume) and the Dakota where John Lennon lived (and upon which I am always trying to pee) I am a big Beatles fan. I am sure they wrote many of their songs with me in mind:
A Day in the Life (of someone with a Hound is humiliating)
If I’ve forgotten your favorites you can assume that they too are really about Hounds because really, everything is. And if you play Beatles songs backwards they say “People who have Hounds aren’t dead, they just often wish they were.
Anyway, it’s time to go paint the town yellow again and unless I am allowed frequent access to the outdoors to develop my snowdogging skills, I am likely to do a triple axel on someone’s lap.
Until next time,