Of all the places, in all the world, that I have visited or lived over the course of my short life, LA is by far the most doggy saturated. The number of dogs per-capita must be astronomical. This, of course, is torture for a dog lover, such as myself, who finds them self too busy to actually have a dog in real life (day dreams are fair game). I suppose I could rent a dog, but I want it to feel legitimate.
Ever where I go I see Boxers, Labs, Pits, and Poodles. Small dogs, big dogs, fluffy or sleek, they cozy up to my ankles and beg for my attention while out running errands or on a walk through the park. I run my fingers through their fur and dream for a moment that they are my pup, not some strangers. The closest I get to “owning” a dog is when I spend time down town with a friends dog. He is the friendliest dog alive and everyone who stops to pet him informs me, with out fail, “Your dog is so good! You are so lucky.” Yes, I think, I am lucky… then I realize I must take him home, back to his dad.
What’s worse is I live by Elysian Park. If you haven’t been and you live in the LA area, you must go. It is a little piece of verdant heaven, tucked up in the hills of Echo Park. Drew and I walk there nearly every day (as freelancers who work mostly from home, you get stir crazy if you stay cooped up for too long).As we walk I fawn over all of the pups we pass. I am convinced the feeling will fade, that my “doggy fever” is only temporary… truthfully, I have been this way for years and I am beginning to fear it may be a life long condition. Never the less, I swear living in LA has made it worse.
And so, dear reader, if you are like me and craving a little furry companion to keep you company, I implore you to rescue one of the little babes from your local ASPCA or animal shelter. If you live in the LA area here are a few local gems that I found with the cutest pups around: