My Dog the Yeti: Effects of the Blizzard
After our morning blizzard walk, the dog and I hit the streets again mid-afternoon, shortly before NYC’s travel ban went into effect.
Upper Broadway was quiet.
On 108th Street, a flock of sparrows fluttered between bare branches and the shelter of a building’s decorative shrubbery.
Many more people were now in Riverside Park to sled on the fine slopes.
And yet the park had a ghostly look.
The dog contemplated the blizzard.
And I contemplated the dog, wondering what he sees.
A well-camouflaged squirrel munched on an unidentifable object.
Dark-eyed Juncos ventured out in search of food.
Heading home, the streets were empty.
Inside our building, I discovered the dog had transformed into a yeti.
And if not a yeti, then what? I ask you. What is this creature? What?
Slowly, the dog returned to his canine form.
Fully dog again and dry, the beast slept off the transformation.Explore posts in the same categories: dogs, In the City, NYC Parks, Riverside Park, Winter comment below, or link to this permanent URL from your own site.