Walking my canine Havenese grand-dog on West 95th. Street, I was taking in a beautiful fall day in the city I love. Instead of him walking on concrete and marking yet more concrete, I decided to go into the park. He was enjoying the lush greens of the park as much as I was…except for one minor issue. So much grass, so much time to mark. He literally was stopping to pee every ten seconds, and instead of gently pulling him onward, I realized, he too wanted time to smell the flowers. It was indeed, a beautiful walk in NYC.
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