Imagine taking a stroll through Time Square. Imagine taking that stroll with Bono, Mick Jagger, Bruce Springsteen or Mac Davis (that last is thrown in there just for Jen!)
Friday and Saturday nights are big night outs around here. The ground floor of our building has several high end restaurants, all with sidewalk seating. In the immediate 4 block radius, there are probably another 12+ restaurants, several live music venues and coffee shops.
As I take the dogs around for their last evening walk around 10:30-11 ish, we are stopped constantly. People remark about them. People want to ask questions. People want to pet them. People lean over the railings separating their dining area from the sidewalk to pet them and even occasionally offer a bite of their dinner. Mal sometimes takes them up on their offers, Cosmo usually refuses because he doesn't like to eat in public. :-) A low murmur follows us as we make our way and I can hear the comments behind us.
"Oh, those are greyhounds."
"I bet they were racers"
"Look at the gorgeous whippets!"
"Do you think they are greyhounds?"
"Wow, look at the Great Dane"
...and so on.
And it isn't as if there aren't plenty of other dogs around either, even at that time of night. People have their dogs all around hanging out, walking them, etc. But the greyhounds seem to occupy a singular spot in the collective consciousness and they garner outsized attention from the public.
Sometimes I like it and seize the opportunity to do a little education. Sometimes I just want to walk them and get up to bed.
My dogs are freaking rockstars around here.