My name is Albert. I am a dog. I live in New York City.
They tell me I was born Down South, in Georgia. I ended up in a municipal shelter, and then the kind people at Animal Haven Shelter brought me up to New York. They cared for me until one day, my People finally showed up and brought me home.
I began this venture in the fall of 2014, when an acquaintance suggested that my knowledge of New York’s dog-friendly venues might be of interest to the greater world. Having started with reviews of places, I soon added book reviews and day trips. I also share my musings, opine on various topics of the day, and select my monthly Five Favorite New Yorkers. My secretary posts 2-3 days a week.
If you are a new visitor, welcome. I suggest you begin with my adoption story: The Leap that Landed Me a Home.
What is he?
A question often posed by impertinent strangers on the street to my People. In truth, neither I nor my People can definitively answer it. I am canus lupus familiaris of the variety known commonly as “mutt”; beyond that lies mystery.
More on this topic may be found here: Digging Up My Family Tree.
But to what end are such inquiries made? What existential questions can be plumbed by pursuing such matters of animal husbandry? I beg of you: Ask me not “What are you?” Ask me: What do you love? What do you fear? What moves you? What do you loathe? What do you long for? These are questions worth asking, to my humble mind.
Finally, this blog is an award-free-zone. For more on this, please see this page.
She serves not only as my personal assistant, dental hygienist, and stylist, but also as my amanuensis responsible for updating this blog and my Twitter feed. You see, I always saw myself as an executive sort and thus never bothered to learn how to type (also, I don’t have hands).
Quartermaster, sparring partner, and personal trainer, He is responsible for keeping me in tip-top shape. He has also been known to defend my honor against those few philistines who don’t appreciate my singular beauty. His typing is only marginally better than mine; his handwriting is worse (amazing, considering I don’t even have hands).
You can find out more about my people in Questions from a Dog: An Interview with My People.
Thank you for visiting. I hope you enjoy your stay.
This page was updated on February 23, 2015.