Yesterday Timothy, myself and two small creatures wandered across the Queensborough Bridge. That’s right blog tribe, the puppies totally did Manhattan.
As suspected, they were very pleased to wander through Turtle Bay to the delight of Henry and Lily dancing for pats all the way. Manhattan residents don’t try to look tough like Queens locals. They’re more than happy to praise adorableness.
The puppies were stopped by two new friends before we even crossed a single avenue. So we decided to take them to Central Park.
Central Park up around 110 Street on a Monday might be someplace for the babies to explore. Dead-guts-center visiting
of Central Park, near the zoo, as autumn colors crawl to bloom and peepers come out for Saturday strolls… not so much.
To be honest, children and tourists were not the greatest predator of the park. Nor were horses pulling carriages or yappy yuppy dogs being carried by mumsie – oh no.
Squirrels. Squirrels, I have come to learn, are the puppies archnemesis. There are no squirrels in Australia, my friends. I have gotten many-a-hoot from observing my Aussie travel companions snap shots of bushy tailed rats. While I’ve never had any personal beef with squirrels, I don’t think I’ve ever taken a photo of one either.
I suppose it’s how some of my Aussie family feels about Kookaburras. Alas, I digress.
The puppies hate squirrels. They want to eat them. I believe it has something to do with their history of rat catching. Not with me, I mean like bloodline stuff. Although Henry did catch a rat once when I was living in Queensland. It ran out of some rubbish left over from renovations… gross.
In closing, the puppies love New York City. Check. I’m going to go back to working on a book. Hopefully I can trade it for a check to buy a farmhouse. Then the puppies can have a yard to catch all the squirrels they want.
Oh noooooooo not Cyril Squirrel, oh darling they are so cute, goodness me Bell and I sure did squeal like school girls when we saw a squirrel. It does sound like you all had such a lovely day, I wish I’d been there, I only really got to see a portion of Central Park and nowhere near enough time with you. X
Squirrels and chipmunks. There’s going to be a massacre when I take them to my parents’ house in Connecticut. I miss date night. And you, mostly. x