Life with dogs in Manhattan.....Se habla.... September 13 2013, 0 Comments


A friend and neighbor of mine had just got a French Bulldog puppy. This puppy, one day, managed to escape the apartment and wander into the hallways of the large Manhattan building we resided in. As days went by, it was apparent that little Frankie had been stolen. Posters were put up around our neighborhood of Washington Heights in hopes to find him with the big reward offered.

I spoke with a number of people, what I could ascertain was that people knew that the Frenchie was an expensive dog, and it seemed, hope in finding him was slim because of this.

One day, my friend had a knock on his door. A neighbor had found Frankie in the hallways and had been keeping him in their apartment. Frankie didn't want any of it, however, and had spent days howling, pooping on the floor and chewing things up. With no questions asked, Frankie was handed over (apparently with much relief).

Shortly after this incident, I was walking my three dogs, Chippy a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, Bunny a mini Dachshund and Oopla a Panamanian street dog. Chippy was the only Cavalier in the area. A man stopped me, pointed at Chippy and asked what breed he was. The first thing that came to my mind, was Frankie.

Knowing that dog thefts were on the rise in my neighborhood, I hesitated before I said "He's a Spaniel." "Espanol?" the man said. "No" I said, "he's a ...Spaniel." Again, "Espanol?" I could see that this wasn't going to be easy, I carefully said "A..........Spaniel." Sure enough, one more time "Espanol?". "No", I said "he's a Mutt."