Meet my friend 'Liv (short for Olivia of course).
She came to NYC to work on a special project last week - and stayed over the weekend to play with us (meaning ME). I had to take her to Central Park for our Saturday morning ritual. After all, this is what we city girls do.
The weekend was full of NYC fun. A Broadway play on Saturday night. Late night dessert after at the neighborhood coffee shop. Breakfast on Sunday (at the same coffee shop), the annual Broadway Flea Market (props, costumes, etc - great fun - I hear), shopping in SoHo, Lobster Rolls from Luke's on E 81st.
I was excluded from all of the above activities with the exception of Central Park. Do you think it had anything to do with the fact that they caught me rolling on a dead squirrel in the Park?
I'm a DOG, people. It's what I do!
I hear Miss 'Liv is coming back to help Mom out with the New Year's Eve coverage from Times Square this year. Do you think if I refrain from further dead squirrel rolling - they'll let me hang out with them to watch the ball drop? And why does the ball drop? Can I chase it?