Image "borrowed" from Blue Harvest Art .......I was walking the dogs today just outside our apartment, when a police car sped up the street going the wrong way. Its lights were flashing and it definitely seemed like they were in a hurry to get somewhere.
When the car got near us, it came to an abrupt stop. It had not been the best of days, so immediately I thought I was going to be in some kind of trouble. Perhaps getting wrongly accused of not picking up after my dogs.
The window did go down and one of the two cops in the car called over to me.
"Hey, have you seen a pack of wild dogs around?"
"Um...no?" was the only response I could muster.
Wild dogs? In Manhattan?
The police car sped off...leaving me to ponder: wild dogs?
Then I realized maybe I should get back inside.
Mind you, we do live next to some large parks and I have heard stories about feral dogs living in one of them. I have never seen any of them. Cats? Yes. But dogs, no. And there isn't that much space for them to really hide.
Sara said that they must be little feral dogs. I can just imagine a wild pack of chihuahuas terrorizing northern Manhattan.
Later in the day I did notice a strong police presence on the streets around our apartment - keeping us safe from those wild dogs no doubt.