Dogs of the Week

I live for the weekends. I live for days of sleeping in till 1pm, rushing to meet the girls for brunch before 4pm and lazy walks around the city sipping on Starbucks and window shopping till dark.
Yeah, I live for those days!
Today was no exception to the rule.
An egg Benedict, two cups of coffee, and three juicy gossip stories later, we found ourselves shopping down Bleecker Street in the West Village.
Here are a few neighborhood friends I met along the walk.


Rocky and his owner outside Murray Cheese. Rocky, a French Mastiff, sat on the red bench and looked at the cheese through the window. Apparently, no one told this big guy he is not a lap dog.


Although Charlie isn't the best guard dog at The Bathroom , he is still a neighborhood favorite. Charlie conveniently positioned himself at the register so everyone who walked in the door would pet him. He never did left his head. He just enjoyed a nap and a little rub.