tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66310736357171918512024-03-06T02:10:10.967-05:00muttropolitan diarystarring a small fraction of the approximately 1 million dogs in New York CityUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger205125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631073635717191851.post-56189217673818543082011-05-16T16:31:00.003-04:002011-05-16T16:33:48.745-04:00We're Moving!The time has come, the walrus said.I'm moving this blog to Tumblr. Eventually I'll take the time to move the muttropolitandiary.com URL too, but for the meantime, this blog will be at muttropolitandiary.tumblr.comSee you there.xxUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631073635717191851.post-56378323448624792692011-05-02T16:15:00.002-04:002011-05-02T16:19:22.864-04:00Black and white and furry all overThis trim little Boston Terrier works at a boutique on Orchard Street, peddling trendy clothing and—during his downtime—snuffling up stray bits of loose concrete and patrolling the sidewalk.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631073635717191851.post-40331359733332807972011-05-02T16:04:00.004-04:002011-05-02T16:07:50.811-04:00Saucisson en visorIt's technically spring, but it's been pretty chilly recently. It absolutely makes sense to pull on your rugged fur-trimmed parka and camouflage visor before heading out, especially if you're of a certain age.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631073635717191851.post-32486887014624506672011-01-12T23:53:00.002-05:002011-01-12T23:56:24.569-05:00some dogs like snowBuzz, who probably weighs about 160 pounds, really likes snow. Thanks to zealous shoveling there wasn't much left on the sidewalk. But a tree pit, filled with snow, was just the right size for his big, chunky self. Ooh, so refreshing!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631073635717191851.post-61989064540505922342011-01-03T22:10:00.002-05:002011-01-03T22:13:46.862-05:00Thank you for riding the MTAI love this fellow's hairstyle and the way he has so carefully coordinated his own palette with that of his owner's. Nice work, guys.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631073635717191851.post-66448350919526633032011-01-03T22:08:00.002-05:002011-01-03T22:09:59.088-05:00I'll just wait hereUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631073635717191851.post-52018680883664415242009-08-05T13:48:00.002-04:002009-08-05T13:50:19.873-04:00animals with animalsCuter than babies pushing baby carriages containing babies is animals carrying stuffed animals. This senior citizen was not about to let go of her soiled, well-loved plush charge.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631073635717191851.post-42364956540416309312009-04-14T08:00:00.000-04:002009-04-14T08:00:01.641-04:00true love waitsFour month-old particolored Schnauzer Sophie has big shoes to fill, say her owners. Their much-beloved previous dog, also a Schnauzer, died this past February 13 at age 14. The next day, Valentine's Day, they passed by a pet store on Christopher Street and saw five Schnauzer puppies in the window. But it was too soon. Six weeks later, they went back to the pet store and only one puppy remained: Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631073635717191851.post-58243348999390744922009-04-13T13:05:00.002-04:002009-04-13T13:08:50.245-04:00teeny tiny tyson"Put me down! Put me down! Put me down!" Brindle pitbull Tyson did not much like being scooped up as if he were a teensy Malteser and tried to wheedle his way back onto a dignified all-fours stance by kissing the faces of his owner Anthony (left) and Anthony's best friend Louis.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631073635717191851.post-62571823279912887302009-04-09T22:29:00.003-04:002009-04-09T22:41:21.010-04:00wallflowers of a featherPerhaps you have seen this fellow around. No? No, probably not. You probably just walked by him, busy txting. OK, how can I decribe him. So he likes stripes. I think he's got a beard, maybe a moustache. Dog looks a lot like him. Has a thing for accessories. Do you know the guy I mean? Fond of greenery, also flowers. Brights! He likes brights! Like, combinations of brights. And flowers, and Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631073635717191851.post-82534054935228972712009-04-09T22:24:00.002-04:002009-04-09T22:28:20.576-04:00border terrier to goThis is Chico, a frisky border terrier (is that redundant?) of six or seven years. His owner, Lourdes, says he's "a character. He sings when I sing. He loves to ride. When he gets tired of walking he just climbs right up on you." Freedom and security. The best of both worlds.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631073635717191851.post-19647448513644018342008-12-30T08:00:00.000-05:002008-12-30T08:00:00.660-05:00the song of the hairy whaleNot another bulldog named Bella -- please say it ain't so! Luckily, this Bella's full name is Beluga, like the whale, and from certain angles (as below) it must be said the resemblance to her namesake is uncanny.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631073635717191851.post-46552503966268483922008-12-29T13:49:00.003-05:002008-12-29T13:56:53.030-05:00dog used for laughsThe owner of this PBGV -- an acronym denoting not an STD, sandwich, or sports association but the breed also known as Petit Basset Griffin Vendeen -- named her dog Chowder because she wanted "a name that would make people laugh". Chowder, outgoing and a bit hyped up, did not seem to give a hoot but then possibly only speaks French.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631073635717191851.post-66095759026023943542008-12-26T18:54:00.002-05:002008-12-26T19:01:48.216-05:00samson, shoppingTwelve year-old chocolate lab Samson was spotted returning a pair of pants at Paragon sporting goods (or was that her owner? sometimes the Muttropolitan Diarist gets confused).Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631073635717191851.post-72473922753656507232008-12-16T08:00:00.001-05:002008-12-16T08:00:00.295-05:00bonnieThis ice blue-eyed Louisiana Catahoula Leopard dog named Bonnie started off her life in New York being offered for sale out of a cardboard box on the sidewalk. Her now-owner's girlfriend saw her and swept her up; Bonnie occasionally encounters her brother, who is as mellow as she is high-energy, and lives in the West Village while she lives in the East Village.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631073635717191851.post-75486554630079647742008-12-15T08:00:00.001-05:002008-12-15T08:00:01.752-05:00gidgetThis stiff-legged yet spunky and social Pom (aptly) named Gidget sparked an argument about her age between her two owners: one (in black coat) claimed she was 12, which caused the other (in gray coat)to roll her eyes and exclaim "Twelve!? She's about to turn 14. Everytime someone asks you how old she is she gets younger and younger!". Gray coat then turned to the Muttropolitan Diarist to say "theUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631073635717191851.post-22847846590760625162008-12-12T12:48:00.003-05:002008-12-12T12:56:21.902-05:00two jack russellsUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631073635717191851.post-5042190718108974502008-12-11T17:56:00.002-05:002008-12-11T18:02:05.924-05:00young liNot really so young anymore (sorry, Li!) this feisty l'il Norwich terrier named Liberace is still known by his intimates as Young Li. Like his owners, he appreciates the power of a colorful wintry accessory (or two).Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631073635717191851.post-4732340624443481482008-12-07T08:00:00.000-05:002008-12-07T08:00:01.941-05:00G.B.Westie G.B. was kind enough to park himself by a splotch of orange paint that nearly matched his quilted winter coat (kitted out with a slimming self-belt). Thanks, G.B.!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631073635717191851.post-8939397543892759662008-12-06T08:00:00.000-05:002008-12-06T08:00:00.183-05:00Reba and RomyWith heads that look as if they've been carved out of ebony, sisters Reba (left) and Romy are intense, gorgeous, aggressive creatures (they growled and lunged at the Muttropolitan Diarist, who was approaching them just as one of their owners said "they're not particularly friendly"). Pointy ears up, they were tracking a squirrel in a nearby tree as their owners explained they were adopted from a Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631073635717191851.post-75906131724714896612008-12-05T10:04:00.002-05:002008-12-05T10:10:10.631-05:00World-renowned goldendoodleLike a Dr. Seuss character, Molly the goldendoodle (that's a golden retriever-poodle cross) is both cute and odd looking. Testimony to this fact: tourists from around the world have taken her pictures, says her owner, who was braving chilly temperatures to have a cuppa al fresco. Bonus fact: goldendoodles, because of their poodle-itude, don't shed. Ever.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631073635717191851.post-2776603748131519002008-12-05T08:00:00.000-05:002008-12-05T08:00:03.361-05:00Nameless cheehooeySometimes the Muttropolitan Diarist encounters people who will allow their dogs to be photographed but who clearly don't want to talk. Too bad. This stocky little fellow in the zip-up sweater might have had a good story.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631073635717191851.post-16031402950426403122008-12-04T08:00:00.002-05:002008-12-04T08:00:00.941-05:00silky goldenThere are either multiple Golden Retrievers named Blue in the West Village or "Blue" is the equivalent of "Molly" for Irish Setters (a breed not often seen in New York) or "Ruby" or "Lola" for Pugs. That is to say, a popular choice.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631073635717191851.post-82243238212354267942008-11-29T08:00:00.001-05:002008-12-04T00:16:25.623-05:00flying chihuahuaSpotted on the AirTrain from JFK, Chico, returning from his first plane trip (to see his cousin, a toy schnauzer, down south in Virginia). He did quite well, thank you.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631073635717191851.post-51010359157504899322008-11-26T08:00:00.001-05:002008-11-26T08:00:01.312-05:00Vida the pugThere are certain parents and masters who have no qualms about demeaning their charges right in front of them (the Muttropolitan Diarist's father, for instance, referred to his children as "the monsters") and Vida's master is one of them, referring to her bug-eyed charge as "a glorified piece of furniture" while others might say she looks, in her brand-new winter sweater, like an adorable pin Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0