Gentle Readers,
It has come to my attention that the good people of my fair city of the New York are not able to ride around in their underground cars today because they have been struck. Or something has been striked – but I don't think by an underground car or bus. I'm not really sure. I just know that today I cannot hear them rumbling under our apartment, and Morgane is most pleased as it means she will not have to spend as much time hiding under the dresser as she usually does.
What I do know is that I, Mordred T. Dog, am a large, capable, and most exceptionally strong canine citizen, and I am offering rides and roller-skate pulls for the price of head pats and being told that I am Good. I also encourage my fellow four-legged New Yorkers to assist in this time of crisis. Toy breeds – offer your services as pocket-warmers to walkers who cannot find their mittens. Herding dogs – patrol the crosswalks, and assure safe passage for two-leggers. My Size-Large brethren – offer rides and tows to those who are weary and/or small. Poodles and other highly-groomed show-pups…um…look pretty. It will make for festive holiday transit morale.
We shall all face this as a pack, and prevail, or my name isn't Mordred T. Dog – Irish Wolfhound at Large/The 23rd St Crosstown Local.
M.T.D.
