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Is this Bronx Terrier the new Benji?

This weekend our beloved Stan will be filming a little something for Comedy Central. Surely he will then move on to bigger rolls leading to great fame and fortune. At least, he better, what with the $600 vet bill he racked up yesterday at a routine checkup.

Basically, if he doesn't soon become America's sweetheart we're going to need to go to Congress and beg a pooch bail-out or put a stamp on his fuzzy ass and send him to Obama's daughters. "Hey, here's your new puppy -- wait, why are you crying? "

My boys made the Court TV blog today: Check it out.


Seeing them here? No big whoop.

Finding a way to contextualize and display their cuteness on the corporate site? Genius!

Your dog ignored on a Manhattan roof -- only $1000/month!

The Ritzy Canine Carriage House, "New York's city [sic] preeminent luxury quarters, daycare and veterinary facility for dogs and cats," has a rooftoop billed thusly, "Your loved one will revel in the simple pleasure of playing outdoors in the fresh air." Well, my undercover, overhead investigation reveals "play" = bored dogs hoping the guy on the roof will stop texting his girlfriend and throw a ball. All pictures taken on 6/20/07 by me.





"Please pet meeeeeeeeeeeee!"

And finally, fat NYC dogs getting fatter...
<-- Look at the dog stage right... he's dreaming of his rich and overly guilty owner's bed.

A few years ago, I worked briefly at a dog spa in Manhattan (not this one). I didn't last long for a variety of reasons. What I learned could fill a book. And so that's what I'm doing. Stay tuned...