My family never owned dogs. I grew up in a Brooklyn apartment. I meant you had to walk the dog. This was my father’s job growing up and he did not enjoy it. Since as we said at Dad’s memorial like Frank Sinatra, he liked to do things HIS way, we weren’t getting a dog. Mom tried to soften him up, to no avail.
It would have been my job anyway. His English friend and colleague Keith Bowden was cured of wanting a dog by his wife Ruby. She had the brilliant idea of simulating having a dog and walking it by telling him at a certain time of day, “Keith, you need to walk the dog. A cold rainy night cured him of wanting a dog.
I am accustomed to cats.