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The day after last week’s storm, when the sidewalks became as sloppy as they usually are when the thaw sets in, I found myself walking down Broadway behind an irresistible middle-aged pug. It was not a cute doggie moment: that beast had character.
Lumbering down the sidewalk like an old smoker, he was portly, out of shape, and dressed for the weather like a tradesman: tiny rubber boots on his tiny feet, a well-worn rain jacket, and an equally worn dog t-shirt hanging out from under the top layer. He looked like a plumber crouching over a job, and he was wonderful. A Friday beer to him and his handler.
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