Walking Safely Isn’t A No-Brainer

I marvel at the many dog walkers I see wearing headphones or talking on the phone, dogs attached to belt loops, while crossing even the busiest intersections. I’m safety obsessed, probably due to my vast, and sometimes unfortunate, experience in all facets of animal care. I’ve rushed badly injured dogs into vet clinics, sobbing owners in tow, and assisted the vets as they fruitlessly attempted to save fading lives. Seeing the results of auto injuries and dog fights day after day as a veterinary technician was more than I could bear, because an animal in pain is sheer torture for me. You can explain injuries to at least adult humans, but animals have only to fear the worst.

(This walker is sort-of famous all over Chelsea/The Flatiron/The Village because he always has 10 to 15 dogs with him, and they miraculously stay exactly where he places them in the pack. He clearly uses some kind of Jedi mind control).

As a dog walker, I’ve heard horror stories of dogs escaping from collars and taking off across 7th Avenue at rush-hour, and I’ve helped other walkers retrieve escapees more than once. In absorbing my environment for the last five years, I’ve concluded that my level of attentiveness is abnormal, but it’s the reason I’ve never even had a close call, safety-wise. I’ve been told by more than a few graduate psych professors that I was both a high self-monitor and a highly sensitive person (the latter of which is actually an acronymized trait, apparently), meaning, I process sensory data, especially that which relates to and affects me and my dogs directly, much more deeply and thoroughly than most people. It’s as exhausting as it sounds, but it adds up to my hearing, seeing and even feeling every possible danger before it becomes dangerous. For example, I cross every intersection with my dogs’ noses pulled well behind my knees, just in case a bicycle delivery person decides to zoom past stopped cars and run his red light. That exact scenario took place a few weeks ago, and had I not instructed Summer to heel as we crossed 7th Avenue and 26th Street, the bicyclist’s tire would have met Summer’s head instead of my right Timberland (which, consequently, was sturdy enough to knock him over and keep my foot unscathed). If I’d had headphones on, or had been chatting on the phone while holding her leash loosey-goosey, it could have been a very, VERY bad day.

Another aspect of walking safety that many people take for granted is equipment reliability. Most accidents occur because collars are too loose or harnesses are ill-fitted. Putting an Easy-Walk harness on backwards can allow dogs to compress their shoulder blades and slip out easily, while Puppia harnesses have been completely outlawed by many dog walking companies due to their high escapability (I know a Schipperke who was startled by a child and simply backed out of hers, running right into a cab’s front tire and…phew!…living to bark about it). Before trusting your dog’s collar or harness and leash on the mean streets, make a safety checklist.

Collar or Harness Fit – Does your dog’s collar stay as tight as it should (you should be able to get only two fingers between it and your dog’s neck, especially if you have a breed with a small head-to-neck circumference ratio), or does the fabric allow it to slide loose? Decorative collars often focus less on security than aesthetic appeal, so I steer clear of shiny, un-ribbed fabrics, spiffy though they may be. If you choose a harness, read the instructions thoroughly, and ask a trainer (NOT a vet, they are not experts in equipment safety and routinely give wrong advice, in my experience) or consult a video how-to if you’re not absolutely certain you’re using it correctly. I always supplement harnesses with a noose-style safety leash, because construction that prevents pulling most effectively does not always prevent escape. Remember, panicked dogs often back up rather than running forward, and many harnesses can turn your dog into a little Houdini by not accounting for this.

Leash Compatibility – Yet another consideration is how your dog’s leash attaches to his collar or harness. If the metal rings on a harness are too large to fit inside the leash’s hook without creating resistance as it moves, the hook can be popped open, freeing your dog. Likewise, even the sturdiest leash hooks can be made moot by other details, like release tabs that are too large. I discovered recently that Jackson’s new leash, which I immediately applauded his parents for buying since it looks impenetrable, was faulty when combined with his tiny harness. When he lunged for a squirrel in Madison Square Park, the leash clasp suddenly released from one of the harness rings, scaring me half to death and prompting me to buy an additional safety leash. I took the video below to demonstrate how it happens, just in case we should ever need to seek legal recourse with the leash’s maker. You can see here why twisting, turning and generally manhandling your leash and collar/harness combo is essential to knowing it will stick…because even the most well-trained dog is going to throw you a curve occasionally in this unpredictable metropolis.

The way I see it, with my Spidey senses, New York City is an accident waiting to happen. It’s a doomsday mentality, I’ll admit, but it doesn’t mean my dogs and I don’t have fun…in fact, I would say we have even MORE fun knowing we’ll always make it home safely.

Winter’s Last Hurrah

It was the last full week of winter, and, aptly enough, it came in like a lion and went out like a lamb. Like a large, sort of grumpy lamb…but still, an improvement, and a hint at what’s hopefully to come beginning Wednesday!

Wet dogs on Tuesday, courtesy of snowy, slushy muck.

Jackson and Summer always have extra sillies to get out on rainy days.

The skies cleared midweek and we were able to return to our favorite routines. Rocky’s and Bullwinkle’s preferred walk destination is The Barking Zoo, where we buy duck strips. Candy and Yoyo love the Union Square Market.

Thursday afternoon at the pier with Emma was lovely.

Mad City

The second most fun thing about dog walking in NYC (first is the dogs, obviously) is never knowing what or who we’re going to see, and dramatic events seem to enjoy company. This particular Monday was the delightful variety of exciting.

Frequenters of Chelsea and the Flatiron tend to become desensitized to film productions, but even the natives have to stop and snap pics when a car is being hoisted in the air by a crane. We cleared out before it was dropped on the cab. I love how unimpressed Ke$ha is. She has the aloof New Yorker vibe down to perfection here.

Ke$h was still amped up by all the movie gawkers when we came upon the Neapolitan Express pizza truck near Madison Square Park, and these promoters were ready for her. They gave us a free pizza for posing in a pic with them, and it was aMAzing (Ke$ha got chicken strip treats, NOT pizza…there will be no runs on my watch!).

Sometimes ya just gotta dance on a cab. Candy, Yoyo and I were sure this woman was going to fall, but she had the agility of a mountain goat…and in heels!


I wait all year to play in the snow with Rocky and Bullwinkle. Rocky (big guy) is obsessive with any form of projectile water. He’s not allowed to play with water from hoses because he’s so voracious, he would choke before he would stop. Snow is safe because he spits it out after catching it. Bullwinkle protests constantly but doesn’t actually want to touch the snow because it intimidates him. Rocky is no Spring Boston anymore, but he can still do a mid-air 180!

FAIR WARNING: I hate myself a little more each time I hear my uncontrollable, shrill stupiddogvoice on video, but I would rather subject you to it than to a song that likely isn’t your bag…music is very personal and I promise to never make you, dear follower, feel aurally assaulted when you just want to see some cute dogs! Just…maybe turn down the volume.

Love Week

I wish I could explain to Jackson why I can’t share his gift to me with him. Here’s hoping everyone kept their Valentine’s chocolates out of the paths of snooping noses! Thanks Jackson, I love you too!

Fun fact about Candy: her birthday is on Valentine’s day (hence the name). I randomly bought her a Kong squeaky ball the day before, unaware of the cause for celebration, and I’m so glad I did because she and Yoyo went all out on my Valentine’s gift. So beautiful, so thoughtful, so…gone as soon as my husband got hold of it. The two chocolates I had were delicious.

A kiss from Summer feels like an attack with a Stella-and-Chewy’s-scented mop, but it’s filled with so much love that I can’t say no. She’s the reason I go though twice as much lip balm as a normal human being.

Ke$ha and I walked to Union Square for a change of scenery on Valentine’s Day. She prefers days when the farmer’s market isn’t there because she has more space to harass pigeons.

Leo (Shorkie in front) is a frequent boarder with us, and he tagged along with Emma for our sunset pier walk.

Leo and I had a sleepover with Rocky and Bullwinkle, and we all took a lovely excursion to a market in the West Village. Walking different routes and going to new places is important for dogs, because they need fresh stimuli. These little guys kept braiding their leashes as they wove around each other to sniff and mark every vertical object…and that means they were having a fabulous time.

Weekend Pupdate

Sorry for the delay folks! I’ve decided to post weekly on Fridays (and I think I should get a pass on being two days late this week because a) Nemo happened and b) last Thursday was my birthday), since my least favorite thing about blogs is the pressure to post even when nothing blogworthy has happened (you can only see your dog pointing at squirrels SO many times). But if, say, I catch a shot of a squirrel drinking a cappuccino with his pinky sticking out while being pointed at, I will do a spontaneous daily post.

Summer and Jackson playtime is video-worthy every time. They’re the two best friends that anyone could have (yes the two best friends that anyone could have). Apologies for the camera flip, my husband just told me he has a stiff neck after craning to watch this.

Ke$ha always tries to go on the art viewing benches in MSP when people are lying on them. She thinks it’s an invitation to cuddle.
This is what Ke$ha does when I give her a RRREEEAAALLLLLLYYY tasty treat. It’s hilarious.

Candy and Yoyo pulled me toward the PetCo at Union Square. They’re not often opinionated about where we walk, so I indulge them when they are.

Rocky and Bullwinkle played tug-o-war as the sun went down.

Jackson’s mom and dad completely surprised me with a birthday card and beautiful gift. I was so moved.
My pups knew they were about to get frosting.

Super Bowl Hangover Monday

Almost all of my doggie clients acted the way the rest of the city seemed to feel the day after a Super Bowl party, and I suspect we all had a few too many snacks. They were sluggish and slow, and most had poo (I don’t have to say #2, right?) that suggested they’d scarfed up every single dropped Frito and cookie crumb from several guests. Our dogs got duck confit…NOT so accidentally.

Summer, Jackson and I ran into Lola and her dad, and he was nice enough to snap a pic of our sidewalk reunion (we hadn’t seen her in a week, which is too long!).

Emma had an admirer in the dog run (we don’t go in…to learn why, read my post about dog runs). He kept following her and whined when we walked away.