New York Dogs

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Summary: Maybe it really is a nice place to visit.
Review: This is another boonie dog book review by Wolfie and Kansas. When we heard the title of Andrea Mohin's book of photographs, "New York Dogs", we thought it was more than a little oxymoronic. After all, how could dogs adapt to New York City? Imagine spending most of your life stuck in a small apartment, never being able to run free in the jungle chasing wild chickens, having humans follow you with a pooper scooper whenever you go for a stroll. When our noncanine animal companions of primate derivation first adopted Wolfie, they lived in an apartment complex in semi-urbanized Tamuning. Wolfie promptly ate the blinds, dug up flowers, barked at caniphobic neighbors, made messes in the neighbors' parking stalls, and forced our humans to spend their life savings to buy a house with a large yard bordering the boonies in Toto.

We were surprised to find that most of the dogs pictured in Ms. Mohin's book appear happy and healthy in their urban environment. Ms. Mohin's introductory essay also makes New York City seem reasonably hospitable for dogs. After seeing "New York Dogs", we've decided that maybe the Big Apple is not such a bad place after all: all those cars to chase; all those dumpsters and garbage cans to raid; and all those dogs in Ms. Mohin's pictures whom we'd like to meet. We still would not want to live in New York, but this book has convinced us that it might not be a bad place to visit (if we could get around the stupid quarantine laws.

Rating:
Summary: Maybe it really is a nice place to visit.
Review: This is another boonie dog book review by Wolfie and Kansas. When we heard the title of Andrea Mohin's book of photographs, "New York Dogs", we thought it was more than a little oxymoronic. After all, how could dogs adapt to New York City? Imagine spending most of your life stuck in a small apartment, never being able to run free in the jungle chasing wild chickens, having humans follow you with a pooper scooper whenever you go for a stroll. When our noncanine animal companions of primate derivation first adopted Wolfie, they lived in an apartment complex in semi-urbanized Tamuning. Wolfie promptly ate the blinds, dug up flowers, barked at caniphobic neighbors, made messes in the neighbors' parking stalls, and forced our humans to spend their life savings to buy a house with a large yard bordering the boonies in Toto.

We were surprised to find that most of the dogs pictured in Ms. Mohin's book appear happy and healthy in their urban environment. Ms. Mohin's introductory essay also makes New York City seem reasonably hospitable for dogs. After seeing "New York Dogs", we've decided that maybe the Big Apple is not such a bad place after all: all those cars to chase; all those dumpsters and garbage cans to raid; and all those dogs in Ms. Mohin's pictures whom we'd like to meet. We still would not want to live in New York, but this book has convinced us that it might not be a bad place to visit (if we could get around the stupid quarantine laws.