Rory and I flew to Boston today.
Our flight was fairly uneventful, but then again, Rory didn’t spend any time in the cockpit.
Have you seen a yellow ribbon on a dog’s leash while out in your neighborhood? It’s not a fashion statement.
It means a whole lot more.
The Yellow Ribbon Project is a quick visual signal that a dog needs a little extra space. It’s for your — and the dog’s — protection.
Read all about it below:
Guest blogger Rory Dog writes:
My Momma Dog is so silly sometimes…
It’s a good thing I don’t distinguish between feet and hands, or this game might offend me.
I’m back home in New York City today, and I hit the ground running:
No time for jet lag for me!
That’s what the world sees. Deep inside, where the real me lives, I have looked something like this all day –
After eating a hearty Japanese breakfast of green salad, rice and hot tea, I took the subway to the Asakusa district, which is home to Tokyo’s oldest attraction, the Senso-ji temple.
And yes, the Tokyo subway is clean and quiet, except for the occasional screaming baby.)
Once inside the gate, there was shopping galore, and I had the opportunity to get my fortune — after saying a prayer and paying a small stipend. I ended up getting “the very best fortune.”
So that’s cool.
I opted for the latter.
I was excited to visit the Taiko Drum Museum, but it wasn’t at the map location, and business owners nearby hadn’t heard of it.
Seems like they would have heard a drum…nevermind.
Shibuya Crossing is as new as Asakusa is old. There are video screens and noise and thousands of people seemingly moving at once, but the chaos has a kind of order to it.
And remember the good-looking guy I saw yesterday plastered on buildings?
He was at Shibuya, too. Gotta figure out who he is.
His master died in 1925, but the dog continued to go to the station to meet him until his own death some ten years later.
The pup was very popular; it was hard to get a shot. I don’t know whose hand that is, but he is forever immortalized here on the Egg.
After a stop back at the hotel for the standard wash, clothing change and nap — the heat really takes it out of you — I ended the day at the Roppingi Hills, a large shopping / arts / entertainment complex in the district where I am currently staying.
I’m told the observatory has amazing city views, but it was closed because of the weather. I found that odd…until it started storming.
It was slightly less sticky afterwards, so it was worth it.
I’m resting my feet and back until tomorrow. Only one more morning of adventure and then the flight home to NYC!
This clip from Late Show with David Letterman has been circling around the Interwebs today and made me laugh.
Of course it did. It’s a classic Stupid Pet Trick.
Now…didn’t that do you some good?
This dog loves his fan almost as much as my pup.
After every warm-weather walk, Rory Dog lies down right in front of the small circular fan I have in the corner of the living room. No standing or ear flapping for him; we’re talking flat on his belly, legs splayed out behind him like a turkey prepped for stuffing.
Ya gotta love dogs — I certainly do love mine!
In my dog-centric home, I consider my dog Rory’s dignity job one.
No Halloween costumes. No outfits that don’t serve a purpose (i.e., keeping out the cold or rain). And I have a zero tolerance policy for anyone or anything that disrespects my dog.
But Rory, if you were a girl, I might have to try this out (if only in the privacy of our own home).