Woke Up Sunday Morning

Early this Sunday morning I left the apartment building I'm visiting on the Upper East Side to attend the last day of the SCBWI Winter Conference. And I quickly realized that I'd forgotten my dog. Not that I have a dog, but practically everyone else on the street at that hour had a dog.

Usually a little dog. Sometimes a little dog wearing a little cape or coat. And in the case of the first example I met, a little dog wearing a little coat and little nylon boots on all four paws, trotting shwit shwit shwit shwit shwit shwit down the sidewalk.