I took the dog for a walk that turned into a walk across the Manhattan Bridge.This spirit of adventurousness took us to Chinatown where we picked up a few things for the kitchen.
Bozzio was beside himself amongst so many of his best friends (anyone and anybody)and I was happy to find deals like 6 oranges for 2 dollars.
But the rain and the cold got to us and we wanted to go home.I realised I’d gotten us into a pickle because if cabs are hard enough to get when it’s raining, try adding a dog to the equation…sure enough not even standing right in front of the off ramp of the Brooklyn Bridge(where vacant cabs were off loading by the dozens)
was doing the trick.One genius stopped just to tell me that he’d let us in his cab if Bozzio was wearing a box(muzzle) over his face.
This seemed funny to me- cabs have plexi glass dividers between the front and back-so who was Bozzio going to bite?Me? And was I then going to sue the cab company? Because my dog bit me in their cab?
I don’t think he had the slightest idea that he was implying so many insane scenarios with that one remark.But when I accused him of making up stories he rolled up his window and became much less forthcoming with bs theories.
I’ve lived in the NY area since 1989-you’d think I would’ve seen a sign in one of the billion cabs I’ve ridden in about their policy about dogs…
I thought about trying to take Bozzio on the subway but I didn’t know the MTA’s policy about this.Bozzio is a 65 pound pitbull boxer mix.I’ve seen little doodad dogs in purses on the subway…but no one Bozzios size.I called 311 to ask.
311 didn’t know and they also didn’t know if there was a standardized rule about taxis and dogs.
311 was transferring me to the MTA when a cab did stop for us!
Our hero was 24.
He thought I was funny because I was telling him the trouble I’d been having.
He asked about Bozzio’s name and didn’t know who Frank Zappa or the Mother’s of Invention were!?
Anyway we got home and I think I tipped him the cost of the ride itself but it was worth it.