Ode To Cowboy And Lucki

Cowboy and Lucki are ex-clients (their parents moved) who are very special to me, in part because they look and behave like dogs my family owned when I was young, but also because they’re both rescues with amazing stories. They still stay with us often enough to keep me from going through withdrawal. I recorded this re-lyricized cover of a Broadway tune a while back with a friend when we had down time in a studio, on a whim (the lyrics are easily explained: Cowboy was attacked by a Pit Bull in a dog run years ago and I broke it up, and Lucki loves to howl at fire trucks and chase squirrels). It’s spoof-y and silly…but also very true.

Rocky and Bullwinkle

This is Rocky (big guy) and Bullwinkle (little guy), enjoying the view of the UES from Astoria Park during a stay with us last summer.

Rocky’s favorite spot on a sunny day is his terrace.

Bullwinkle prefers rolling in sunny park grass. It’s illegal for dogs to walk on all the lawns on the Chelsea piers, and men in blue coats will actually ticket you if they catch you. We think that’s bogus (I understand not wanting them to trample on and destroy it, and I absolutely support not allowing them to eliminate on it since that’s unsanitary for people and children, but an innocent roll or two? It’s not like they’re carrying Ebola!), so he still gets his chlorophyll fix when we’re feeling rebellious.

Playtime is always extreme with Bostons, they’ll happily lose a tooth (and have, many) to win the toy.

A beautiful summer evening at the pier.

Hurricane Sandy

We visited Kissena Park in Queens a few days after Hurricane Sandy hit. I think our dogs were sad for all the squirrels and birds who lost their homes in the hundreds of fallen trees…there was hardly anything to chase or bark at.

My husband, Jason, waits to find out if an Astoria gas station has any fuel a week after the storm (it didn’t, we waited for another week).