Brooklyn Day Two: Lots of Small Dogs and One Big One

1)
Except for the building in which The Great PunkyDunky and The Great FiveHead live, there is no one in The Big Shmapple over the age of 35. A lot of them smoke.

2)
In the building in which The Great PunkyDunky and the Great FiveHead live, no animals are allowed. And yet, from inside every apartment, when we walk by with Mischief on his leash we can hear a dog scratching at the front door and barking softly. There are probably as many dogs as people living in the apartment house where no pets are allowed.

Tiny dogs seem to be in fashion. Mischief is a delightful aberration. This morning we met Maddie, a Golden Doodle cross between a Golden Retreiver and a Toy Poodle. She is as soft as a pillow. She seemed to be interested in Mischief's equipment. If only she knew.

3)
The Great FiveHead got home from Stiletto City last night and she and The Great PD went into Manhattan to hear Vernon Reid, the lead guitar player for PD's favorite band when he was a teenager. They both got home unable to hear out of the same ear.

4)
It's time to go down to the flea market on Lafayette Street, and then come back home in time for Belly (UPS Driver), Billy (Train Conductor) and Kian (Shark) to do some early Trick or Treating. Apparently this block will be filled with people tonight, and street parties, and performers, and haunted houses, and probably fireworks, and in the old days Mischief would have been terrified but he's practically deaf as a post now. The vacuum cleaner doesn't even bother him anymore.

Tomorrow, the NY Marathon will run right past Isabella Boulevard. This town has SOOO many people in it. Something is always going on. There are more shows listed in the Saturday NY Times than in six months of SF Morning Bird Wraps. There are more hipsters, more hobos, more Hasids, and they all get off on Bedford Avenue.