This is not a pet blog, it’s a performing-arts blog. But forgive us for deviating from the usual topics for a moment.
Will You Miss Me When I’m Gone? met up with a high school classmate on Thursday night. Or, rather, with her and her dog, the lovely Wilson, at Hudson Beach Cafe at 105th Street in Riverside Park.
Wilson’s mom and I knew each other in high school, but went our separate ways and only recently discovered that we were among the few to make it to the NYC area. We agreed to meet, and she asked if she could bring her dog.
I love dogs, but my lifestyle is not conducive to the proper care of a dog. So as much as I love them, I feel about dogs the way I feel about children: I love them as long as I can return them to their rightful owner at the end of the day.
Wilson is one of those dogs I’d be happy NOT to give back at the end of the day. He’s an adorable old guy (13 years old) who acts like a young dog. He’s friendly, inquisitive and intelligent. Oh, and his mom is pretty cool, too.
If you happen to run into Wilson on the Upper West Side or in Riverside Park, be sure to say hello from me!