Tuesday, July 29, 2008

The Cheerful Cherry seems a most unusual sort of farm

a) The proprietors of the Cheerful Cherry's stand at the Union Square greenmarket can hardly be accused of being cheery. Grumpy Cherry is more like it.

b) The Cheerful Cherry's dogs are definitely not what springs to mind when one thinks "farm dogs" and the names of these Chinese Cresteds—Penny (left) and Kitty—don't really do much to butch up their image.

Monday, July 28, 2008

Sunday, July 27, 2008

Diamond Jim

So tiny and yet living so large (note the four month-old's cush home and blinged-out leash).

In a rush, the Muttropolitan Diarist didn't have time to learn if this tiny little mouse of a dog was named for Diamond Jim Brady, a hugely successful (and just plain huge) New York railroad man.


Clearly, there's not much in the way of physical resemblance.

Friday, July 25, 2008

Thursday, July 24, 2008


a Boston Terrier of tender age

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

The Muttropolitan Diarist Goes to Cali

With a second-rate camera and not much time on the sidewalks of the more central parts of L.A. (sidewalks? what are they to a car driver?) the Diarist only managed to catch a few west coast specimens: fitting for a dogblog about New York City which, it turns out, after a week away, is seriously lacking in palm trees, hills, outdoor restaurants you'd actually want to eat at, rooftop pools, and gorgeous beaches.

Venice, CA

This is Tres ("like 'three'," quoth the dude).

And then we have pensive little Joe:

And Joe's sister Nicki:

Who is apparently interested in destinations other than the beach.

and in Larchmont (LA, not NY)

Lives one of the more um, unusual dogs I've encountered. A mix of bulldog and undefined terrier known as Rufus. Owned by the more conventionally attractive and charming DD.

Thursday, July 10, 2008

technical difficulties

The Muttropolitan Diarist is sorry to report that publication will likely be suspended as the camera is admitted to the hospital to treat acute stripey syndrome. Too bad: here we have a cute lad who has just arrived in the city from Honolulu along with a cute chihuahua, another recent arrival (from Los Angeles) and they, along with the lad's mom, appear to be behind bars, or corrugated. This dog, rescued by the child's aunt (mom pictured) has yet to be named. "Pharoah" is in the running as is the decidedly less dignified "Flea".

Wednesday, July 9, 2008


Some dudes gravitate toward models; some dog photographers gravitate toward dog models. After eyeballing Chloe's cuteness the Muttropolitan Diarist spoke with her owner and learned that this little chihuahua pup is up for a dogwear modeling job. No more kibble for you, Chloe. Only bottled water and cigarettes.

Sunday, July 6, 2008

Important reporting from the paper of record

The New York Times

July 3, 2008

Legacy of $8 Billion? For Us? Dogs Take the News in Stride

Froggy, a 5-month-old Yorkshire and cairn terrier mix, stared at the front-page article, sniffed it dutifully and wandered off Wednesday for better sniffing elsewhere in the Washington Square Park dog run.

So Leona Helmsley, before her death last year at 87, had secretly earmarked up to $8 billion of her real estate fortune for the care and welfare of dogs — way beyond the mere $12 million she had willed to her Maltese, Trouble — although it remained unclear whether trustees would regard her statement of intent as binding.

Froggy had trouble just following the tale. “It’s the frontal lobe thing,” said his owner, Annie Albrecht, a Hollywood writer. But once she explained the situation, she said, Froggy was ecstatic. (Ms. Albrecht was happy to translate, as other owners also did for their pets quoted below).

“I’d have a lovely green field and a fountain and a big place for me to sit and watch,” Froggy said of Ms. Helmsley’s largess. “Oh, and I’d have free doggie day care and also health care for doggies that don’t have a home, and spaying and neutering for cats, too.”

“Cats?” said Sidney, Roberta Bayley’s 7-year-old pug, playing nearby. “Let them get their own millionaire.”

Billy, a 9-year-old Jack Russell terrier who was playing with Sidney, said, “If I had my way, I’d buy every squeaky toy I could get my hands on.”

Also, “more no-kill shelters would be nice,” Billy told her owner, Laura Hughes, a casting director.

“What I would do,” Nina, a 5-year-old beagle-Labrador mix, told her owner, Sarah Levy, a lawyer, between tummy scratches, “is get the biggest jar of peanut butter, and I’d open my own dog run with no other dogs and a thousand people.”

Nikita, a Kerry blue terrier, compulsively scratching her shaggy coat, had her own plans for the money, she assured her owner, Derek Berg, a photographer: “I’d make a special squirrel farm and no skateboarders within two miles — They scare me and get me very angry, mostly the sounds.”

Tearing around the sandy run, Tennessee, a Labrador retriever and Great Pyrenees mix, said he did not want anything for himself, but would use the money to buy a bigger apartment for his owner, Mariel Rittenhouse, a freelance writer, and her boyfriend — while cautioning that $8 billion no longer buys the kind of Manhattan space it used to.

Some hesitated to embrace Ms. Helmsley. “Maybe she is making up for past misdeeds,” said Ethan, a poodle belonging to Claudia Schalb, an art critic.

But many seemed willing to forgive the darker aspects of her record — she went to prison for tax evasion and was widely derided as the Queen of Mean for her exacting and tyrannical ways.

“She left it to us, and she could have just bought more shoes,” said Max, a busily herding border collie and setter mix belonging to Barry Ratoff, an artist.

Froggy had some reservations: “I would think a children’s hospital might have been a better choice.”

Oliver begged to differ. A wire-haired dachshund with impeccable counterterrorism credentials — he worked for a time for Hans Blix, the chief United Nations weapons inspector, sniffing out weapons of mass destruction, said his owner, Laura Bong, a film editor and dog walker — he had some worldly experience others lacked. He sat alone, gazing at the commotion.

“It’s a good idea even though she was not so nice a person,” Oliver said, adding, “I told you there were no weapons of mass destruction there.”

If he didn’t romp much with the other dogs on Wednesday, he had a lot on his mind. “He’s upset about the Zimbabwe election and the gun thing,” Ms. Bong said, adding that Oliver would undoubtedly prefer to be home with “his down comforter and cashmere wrap.”

(Oliver’s claims of overseas service could not be immediately verified.).

Lola, a Chihuahua in a rhinestone collar, interrupted her run to confide a dream to her owner, Samantha Retrosi, a student: a dream of someday owning a collar with real diamonds.

Sappho Nelly, another Chihuahua with extensive training as a therapy dog comforting hospital patients, told her owner, Nina Goedé, an artist and composer from Paris, that the Helmsley billions could be put to good use opening up a shaded small-dog section in the dog run, so that little featherweights like her wouldn’t have to keep looking over their shoulders for the brutes. Cradled in her owner’s arms, she spoke in a fetching French accent.

Another Oliver, a wheaten terrier stopping to gulp water, agreed. “Buy a bigger dog park,” he urged his owner, Erma Eliazov, a brands consultant. “This is gross.”

Across town, in Tompkins Square Park, George Rand, a retired nurse practitioner, sat on a bench with Johnny, an ailing 8-year-old adopted part pit bull found wandering in Brooklyn. Johnny hadn’t read the Helmsley article in The New York Times — “He’s kind of a Daily News kind of dog,” Mr. Rand said.

But he said Johnny would know just what to do with the Helmsley billions.

“He’d keep about $500,000 for medical care and give away the rest,” Mr. Rand said. “He’s that kind of dog.”

Saturday, July 5, 2008

Shug, a "blue" pit

Shug seems an entirely different sort of pup from the pit who recently, with the help of his rapist owner (no joke) ripped the face off that 90 year-old man in Staten Island. http://tinyurl.com/6kahgt

I recently learned about the "blue" classification from a beagle owner and apparently this term can be applied to pits as well. It simply means that the silvery-gray or black patches have a bluish tinge to them.

Not to be confused with the fiscally conservative Blue Dog Coalition in the House of Representatives http://www.house.gov/ross/BlueDogs/ who have a very scary national debt ticker on their site.