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Aug. 20th, 2005 01:14 amWhen I was in the city yesterday (Thursday evening), I got lost trying to find the yarn store I wanted to visit for the Jayne hat. I tried calling them for directions, but the girl said to go west from the Spring Street train station. West from Spring Street takes you to the Hudson River eventually. I got as far as Greenwich street before realizing that I wouldn't find Sullivan anywhere nearby. So, I started walking north and peering around and going down a few cross streets to see if I could find someone to give me directions.
wound up wandering into a store that sold pet toys and treats- Zoomies, on Hudson Street. Got some directions there to a different yarn place (the Point, on Bedford Street). As I was waiting to get the cat toy I wound up buying, though, a woman came in with her two dogs. One English Bulldog type (might've been American breed- I don't know), and one lovely Rhodesian Ridgeback. Man, just looking at those you can tell they were bred for lion hunting... I crouched down while the woman talked and held out a hand to the Rhodie, then started petting her head and scritching her neck. She tried to lick my face a few times.
When I looked up the store lady was smiling at the sight. "Ah, you must be a very good person, she does not normally let strangers even touch her and here she is trying to kiss you."
The dog's owner nodded. "Especially not cat people, usually," she added.
I told them I wasn't really a cat person, that I got on well with dogs and just happened to have been tapped for cat care, but still, it was nice to know that my apparent talent for reaching out to animals that I probably shouldn't be able to was still in effect.
wound up wandering into a store that sold pet toys and treats- Zoomies, on Hudson Street. Got some directions there to a different yarn place (the Point, on Bedford Street). As I was waiting to get the cat toy I wound up buying, though, a woman came in with her two dogs. One English Bulldog type (might've been American breed- I don't know), and one lovely Rhodesian Ridgeback. Man, just looking at those you can tell they were bred for lion hunting... I crouched down while the woman talked and held out a hand to the Rhodie, then started petting her head and scritching her neck. She tried to lick my face a few times.
When I looked up the store lady was smiling at the sight. "Ah, you must be a very good person, she does not normally let strangers even touch her and here she is trying to kiss you."
The dog's owner nodded. "Especially not cat people, usually," she added.
I told them I wasn't really a cat person, that I got on well with dogs and just happened to have been tapped for cat care, but still, it was nice to know that my apparent talent for reaching out to animals that I probably shouldn't be able to was still in effect.