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Article: Dog is my co-pilot
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- The Village Voice
- Article date:
- March 5, 1996
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CopyrightCopyright Village Voice Mar 5, 1996. Provided by ProQuest LLC. (Hide copyright information)
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I had a wedding in New York, but I came a week early so I could see the Border collies.
My old neighborhood has become a mall: Hold Everything, Pottery Barn, Barnes & Fucking Noble, Bed, Bath and Blow Me.
After walking down Seventh and watching Duracell people powered up and gleaming mad, I felt the Dog Need. In the past few years my DNA has altered. All cells reach toward dogitude. I need dog breath, eyes, fur, smell. And dogs notice. Even on Seventh Avenue, dogs pulled at their leads to jump, wriggle, kiss, sniff, smile at me. Whereas the dogs' humans fretted. "He bites," they'll say as their Akitas roll over for me to rub their stomachs. Okay I'm bragging but it just kills me.
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