Last night in what I’m sure was a selfless act of generosity our landlord locked a matching pair of Mop Dogs in the courtyard of our building.
New York apartment buildings often have courtyards in the center that act as giant echo chambers so you can hear what happens in the whole building, as well as letting in sunlight, both which contribute greatly to ambiance.
Last night was a special event though, as the concrete floor of the courtyard is generally inhabited by a vocal alley cat and decorated with the lost loved things fallen or thrown from apartment windows. The two off white mop dogs with their incessant barking and bearably cute, white, fuzzy ballet, yelped in the pouring rain for hours.
Being the friendly neighbors we are, we understood that the dogs must be happy to be sharing their evening with us, so we to celebrated the evening, them by sharing their voice and us with the moderately aged contents of our fridge. As a note I would not have expected instant mashed potatoes to make such a satisfying noise when thrown… er.. dropped gently from four stories up. So a treaty and a respite was achieved as long as the dogs were eating they were not barking. (BBQ sauce squeezed generously from a bottle makes a pretty cool sound hitting the ground to.) Really though I hope that they didn’t eat too much and were able to keep it down… at least until they got back inside.
But really I know that the pups were happy, and look, I found Proof!
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