Albert the Dog baker
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How to Help Your Human Bake a Cake: A Guide for Dogs

I am an expert sous-chef, but I have little experience in the dessert realm. But what kind of chihuahua-terrier-Dalmatian-Pekingese hybrid would I be were I to quake in the presence of a few eggs, flour, and sugar?

When the Lady announced Her plan to participate in our friend Lili’s Tres Leches Challenge, I knew I would be a vital part of the cake-making team. It was quite a learning experience for me (I seem to be having a lot of new experiences lately), and I hope my newly acquired knowledge will demystify the baking process for any dogs who, like me, have little acquaintance with the pastry arts.  Continue reading

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Albert at Whisk
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Review: Whisk

TREATS:  3 out of 4

BELLY-RUB POTENTIAL:  3 out of 4

Last week, the Lady and I ventured out on a quest. Sadly, it was not a quest to get me more bully sticks but rather to find a springform pan. I had no idea what that was, but the Lady said that it was a special kind of cake pan She wants to use for our friend Lili’s Tres Leches cake challenge. She had such a pan many years ago but jettisoned it along with other baking supplies when She moved to a tiny New York kitchen. But bit by bit, some of these baking tools have crept back into our kitchen.

Whisk exterior

Our mission took us to Whisk, a kitchenware shop in the Flatiron District, just a block away from Madison Square Park. Upon entering, we were greeted by a friendly Whisk human who asked the Lady if I would like a treat. Impressed with this prompt service, I immediately sat, ready for a biscuit. Then the Lady pulled a trick so dastardly I could hardly believe what I was hearing.

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Questions from a Dog: An Interview with a Pigeon

Albert the Dog

Edward R. Murrow was often photographed with cigarette in hand. I prefer a bully stick.

With so many of us jostling for limited space, New Yorkers can be a fractious bunch. In the interest of promoting  a more cooperative approach to city living, the Lady suggested I set aside my vicious impulses and try to learn something about one of my frequent combatants: the New York City pigeon.

Lester, seen above, belongs to a pack flock of pigeons who frequent downtown Manhattan.  I interviewed him at his favorite haunt in Union Square. His manners are a little rough around the edges, but not without a certain streetwise panache. Lester had some understandable trepidation at the start of our conversation, but by the end, we reached a point of mutual respect, if not actual friendship.
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Educating Angus

I have a new neighbor.

His name is Angus. He is a nine-week-old Border Terrier.

Rumors of the potential arrival of a new neighbor were circling a couple of months ago. As some of you may recall, I vowed as part of my New Year’s resolutions to treat my new neighbor with “patience and good humor.”

I have been having trouble keeping this resolution.

This lap is mine and you will never have it, puppy.

This lap is mine and you will never have it, puppy.

I had heard the wee fellow whining a few times when he arrived last week, and later I heard him scampering about in the hallway. I alerted my People to these worrisome sounds, but they showed little concern.

Our human neighbor, Angus’s guy, is an big-hearted optimist who wants me to be friends with young Angus. So on Thursday night, we finally met face to face.

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Four Valentines

My People, being the unsentimental sort, do not really celebrate Valentine’s Day. However, I am much more comfortable expressing my emotions than they, so today I have four valentines to share with my four beloveds.

My People: This list is in no particular order, but I have to put my People first because I fear they will cut off my food supply if I don’t. My new blogging friend Ms. Sandee has issued a “Traditional Fairy Tale Takedown Challenge” (do visit her and write your own!). I think this challenge offers the perfect valentine for my People:

Valentine from a dog

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Albert the Dog at JackRabbit
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Review: JackRabbit Sports

TREATS:  N/A

BELLY-RUB POTENTIAL:  3 out of 4

run

 

My People and I have different notions of what “running” means. The Lady’s concept of running is going straight from point A to point B without stopping to look at or smell anything. I don’t think She truly enjoys running, but it is exercise, and it is free, so She does it now and then.

In the early days of our relationship, I used to try to accompany Her, thinking that maybe I could teach her to enjoy running more. Unfortunately, she did not go fast enough for me and proved unable to adapt to my program: Continue reading

Albert the Dog at C.O. Bigelow
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Review: C.O. Bigelow Apothecaries

TREATS:  3 out of 4

BELLY-RUB POTENTIAL:  3 out of 4

Sometimes it seems as if every corner in Manhattan has a Duane Reade. Duane Reade, for you non-New Yorkers, is a drugstore founded in 1960 in Lower Manhattan on Broadway between Duane Street and Reade Street. When I say “drugstore,” humans outside the U.S. may picture a small shop like a pharmacy that fills prescriptions and sells pills and potions to treat human ailments. However, Duane Reade has grown into something much more than that, a pharmacy-cum-convenience store, with grocery items, magazines, wine and beer, sports socks, laundry detergent, candy, pens and notebooks, and, in some locations, even ready-to-eat food like prepared sandwiches.

According to the Department of Health and Mental Hygiene, those food and grocery items mean that only service animals are allowed inside. Thus, Duane Reade must forever remain a realm of mystery to me.

Bigelow window

The most dapper reindeer in town.

Fortunately for me, there is C.O. Bigelow, an apothecary founded in 1838 (although it didn’t get the name “Bigelow” until 1880). I have visited this Greenwich Village institution a few times now and have always received a gregarious welcome from the Bigelow humans, who keep a stash of treats behind the counter for canine customers. Continue reading