Well, between yesterday and today we had 8 inches of rain summarily dumped on us and they say it’s gonna keep coming.  The streets are very wet with their gutters flooded out in some places and most of the sidewalks are tiny streams.  I know this because I’ve been outside five times since the rain began because I am responsible for a 40lb, adorable coyote-lookin’ mutt named Taschi, who by the way would very much prefer to go to the bathroom in her apartment than in the pouring rain and gusty winds.  In fact twice, while I was pretending to endure the Moby Dick storm she tried to pull me back to the building.

I think Ahab would certainly laugh at my difficulty and the brave gentlemen from A Perfect Storm might not have even noticed the weather.  It’s not that this storm is so horrible for me either because I’ve been hearing stories about peoples’ houses flooding and that makes me very sad for them.  But there’s this overwhelming awareness that grabs hold of every New York City dog owner on days like this as we walk around in circles behind a creature who doesn’t like the arrangement any more than we do, trying to keep our eyes open long enough to keep from walking into a tree or in front of a bus.  At some point we all think, ” I should have gotten a cat.”