This reminds me of a hilarious passage from Chip Kidd's book "The Learners," 'cept it features a Great Dane. Anyone who has ever worked in advertising should read it immediately.
You do realize the New York Post is owned by Rupert Murdoch who owns FOX News and he uses it to damage competitors and enemies like CNN and MSNBC personalities, right?
The only way to get close enough to a person/animal to experience the full nastiness of farts, slobber, and stray hairs is to sleep with said person/animal. Sounds more like an affair that ended badly.
@audition4THIS: The reasons they list for wanting to evict the family seem lame, and yet, the board needs to trump up some justification for asking the family to leave in order to PREVENT something really bad from happening. Those are huge attack dogs. Soledad has young kids. Those kinds of dogs can be set off by the most benign things. If they don't get the family out of the building, what happens when someone in the building gets attacked? The family that owns the dog gets sued, and most likely the co-op board gets sued for allowing that kind of dog to live there in the first place. The same people clamoring that this is outrageous, would be the ones up in arms if some kid were mauled to death one day by the dog.
Whatever the merits of this particular case, I don't understand the fondness wealthy New Yorkers have for co-op living. You have to beg a board to find you worthy of "buying" -- or actually leasing -- a multimillion-dollar apartment, and then they can still evict you from your own home? Power-crazed condo boards and homeowners groups are bad enough, but this seems ridiculous.
I'm guessing you've never tried to buy an apartment in Manhattan. The big city is a small city, geographically speaking; and there are far more co-ops than condos. So it's far less about 'fondness' than it is about availability.
Hey, I'm with Soledad on this one. That ain't a city dog or an apartment dog. It was originally bred for fighting and as a guard dog. I don't want one near me.
@son of spam: I guess you were not aware that in the original story, the dog who saved Pinocchio from the fisherman was a mastiff named Alidoro. If people like you had their way, little wooden boys might drown or even be eaten by crazy fishermen!
Honestly, people. It shouldn't take Dr. Doolittle to know that it's selfish to keep big dogs in small places. I have a huge back yard and god knows Little P wants a dog, but since no one's there to keep him company all day, we're not going there. Quit thinking about what you want and think about the animal for a microsecond.
@Mama Penguino: How much experience do you have with dogs? Do you think they are all training for marathons? Your view on lonliness is correct, but with a couple good walks a day and a bit of quality time spent with family members, a dog can be very happy. No situation is ideal. But there are win/win situations. Some big dogs do just want to lie around all day, actually. I am in the country, on a farm 3 or 4 days a week and all the dogs do there is lie around. And there is a huge animal overpopulation problem. I don't think things need to be perfect in order to satisfy your desire to have a dog and in so doing maybe save a dog's life. You have to be ready to do the work though.
@Ellabella: I worry my dog might some day write a book about being left alone all day and in response, my neighbors might egg my cars and shoot bottle rockets at my house.
Hey, I know dogs. I had an adorable Newfoundland drop a monstrous load of drool on my pants leg on Sunday morning. I was bitten by my own collie-shepherd mix as a young girl and bear the scares on my right thigh to prove it. I will never become a swimsuit model now thanks to that dog. Oh, wait. The reason I'll never become a swimsuit model might have more to do with my boobs, but if Sasha Grey has taught me anything, there's a market for them!
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Soledad lives in her apartment, Ugo lives in his.
The only way to get close enough to a person/animal to experience the full nastiness of farts, slobber, and stray hairs is to sleep with said person/animal. Sounds more like an affair that ended badly.
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I'm guessing you've never tried to buy an apartment in Manhattan. The big city is a small city, geographically speaking; and there are far more co-ops than condos. So it's far less about 'fondness' than it is about availability.
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Honestly, people. It shouldn't take Dr. Doolittle to know that it's selfish to keep big dogs in small places. I have a huge back yard and god knows Little P wants a dog, but since no one's there to keep him company all day, we're not going there. Quit thinking about what you want and think about the animal for a microsecond.
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Hey, I know dogs. I had an adorable Newfoundland drop a monstrous load of drool on my pants leg on Sunday morning. I was bitten by my own collie-shepherd mix as a young girl and bear the scares on my right thigh to prove it. I will never become a swimsuit model now thanks to that dog. Oh, wait. The reason I'll never become a swimsuit model might have more to do with my boobs, but if Sasha Grey has taught me anything, there's a market for them!
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