Category Archives: Dogs

What lies within

I’m back home in New York City today, and I hit the ground running:

  • Early morning vet appointment
  • Conference call
  • Editing
  • Three focus groups

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 –

dog asleep sitting up

Tokyo, Day 4: Asakusa, Shibuya, Rippongi

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.

2014-07-27 09.03.45(I picked a good day to brave the trains.  Foot traffic was fairly light, and I found the signage and announcements clear and easy to understand.

And yes, the Tokyo subway is clean and quiet, except for the occasional screaming baby.)

2014-07-27 09.46.18The temple entrance is guarded by the gods of wind and thunder at the Kaminarimon Gate.  They didn’t seem that ferocious to me, and quite open to a selfie or two.

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.

2014-07-27 10.01.13The main hall is a five-story pagoda.  There’s a incense cauldron in front; people were rubbing the incense on themselves for good luck or simply waving the smoke toward themselves.

I opted for the latter.

2014-07-27 10.52.43Across the river from the temple is the Asahi Beer Hall. It’s golden plume, which is supposed to be beer foam, is a Tokyo landmark (although the locals call it the ‘golden turd’). I love that.

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.

2014-07-27 11.57.21I jumped back on the subway and took the Ginza Line to the Shibuya district.

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.

 

 

2014-07-27 12.38.50Hachiko the dog was there, too — well, the statute that 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.

Lucky tourist.

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.

2014-07-27 16.38.09I visited the Mori Art Museum, an extraordinary contemporary art museum (with an even better store).

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!

 

Follow that dog

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Amtrak train
BOS 》NYP
July 19, 2014

“Dog people are good people.”

Flip the switch

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?

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How ’bout you?

tired

Hot dogs

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.

flat roryOnce he cools off and starts to doze, he falls over on his side.  (Rolls is too gentle a word for his total collapse.)

Ya gotta love dogs — I certainly do love mine!

I gotta admit…

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).

doggie braids

Blurred eye’s view

Yesterday when Rory and I began our afternoon walk, the sun was shining bright and warmed the air. Ten minutes later, the sky was dark and threatening, and I was freezing.

Ah, spring.

The biggest problem this presented was in my choice of prescription sunglasses. Once the clouds gathered, it was really too dark to wear them. But if I took them off, I would be blind — literally — depending only on my trusty eighteen-pound guide dog to get us back home.

So I did…just to see what it would be like.

The city was definitely blurry. The colors more muted, too. And while I might have expected the sounds to be louder, instead I felt more isolated. But when people passed, I didn’t have to worry if they were making eye contact with me.

It is New York City, after all.

To give you an idea of what I saw, here is a representative view of a tulip garden I passed.

blurry tulips in jail

Work, work, work

I know, I know — I’m late writing anything for the blog today.

I’ve had to write a bunch of stuff for work.

wet-dog-bubble

 

Thanks to photographer Sophie Gamand and pet stylist Ruben Santana for capturing the moment.

No picnic

My dog meets the darnedest people on our daily walks.

Exhibit A: Young Lady, Upper West Side.

She looked pleasant and sunny and harmless. Rory used his classic curl-around-your-legs-like-a-cat maneuver that no one can resist. She immediately plopped down on the sidewalk, and they began to cuddle.

After a couple of minutes of this instant friendship, Rory was ready to move on, the corner dog store in his sights.

antsAs the young lady stood up to leave, she said, “I’m surprised he didn’t eat any of the ants on the sidewalk.”

“Ants?”  I hadn’t noticed any.  “Well, I’m glad he didn’t.  Not sure how those would have gone down.”

“I’ve eaten ants before,” she said with a small smile. “They taste like lemon.  That’s probably why your dog wasn’t interested.”

Probably.  And now we all know.