Sunday, January 27, 2008

Sunday Writing Group

Today, I went with Mama to her writing group. It was at Snack's mommy's apartment in Midtown. Snack is a 12 pound Pekingese. (That's him on the left.) Snack's mommy, Leigh, is an editor at McGraw-Hill. 

I thought nobody was looking, but Mama caught me sneaking a bell pepper from the coffee table. Hee hee.  
















This is a picture of me and Snack. He likes treats too. He's my bud. 

Saturday, January 26, 2008

I've Discovered Falafel

We passed through Greenwich Village on our walk home today from Animal Haven. We were walking down Macdougal Street when I smelled something so delicious my nose started to twitch. I realized the smell was coming from some brown and green bits strewn on the ground. I stopped to investigate and before Mama knew what was happening, I popped one of the bits in my mouth. It was yummy. The brown part was crunchy, but the green part was moist and savory. I wanted to eat more, but Mama pulled me away. 

But I did make a mental note of the restaurant: Mamoun's Falafel. I'm going to go back there one day and eat all I want. Even though I'm a dog, I have a very developed palate. Good thing I live in New York City. 

Saturdays at Animal Haven

This is my friend, Ruby. I saw her today at the play group at Animal Haven. I think she's a beagle mix. She was rescued like me. I like to play with her. She smells good and is lots of fun to run around with.  













This is a sign that let's you know where to go for the doggy play group. Animal Haven is on Centre Street and Broome in Soho. It costs only $7 for the play group and it helps to support the pet shop.




















That blurry black and white thing in the front of the picture is me. I ran around and played with everyone. It was fun. 

Oh, Happy Saturday

It's a bright and clear Saturday here in New York City. It's 30 degrees.  I know Mama's going to make me wear a jacket when I go outside. I hate putting on my jacket! But Mama says since I don't have a double layer of fur to keep me warm, I need to bundle up. (Let's hope she doesn't make me wear that one piece fleece bodysuit she bought for me; that thing is embarrassing.) 

Today is an extra happy day because I'm going to doggy playgroup in Soho. I get to run around and play with all kinds of dogs.  I wonder who will be there....

Friday, January 25, 2008

Should I Take the Doggie DNA Test?

Sometimes, I wonder where I came from and what I am. All I remember is wandering around the woods in Ohio by myself and being picked up by a human who took me to the local animal shelter. 

Most everybody agrees that I am probably Yorkshire terrier mixed with something else. My vet thinks I'm part Shih Tzu.  Other people think I'm part Miniature Schnauzer. My groomer, Joanne, thinks I've got some Chinese Crested in me because of the spots on my skin and my long legs. Somebody else was sure I was part broken-haired Jack Russell Terrier or Maltese. 

I could drive myself crazy wondering what I really am. Maybe I should take one of the doggie DNA tests.   

There's one test where I swab my cheek and send it into a lab. For about $60, they can tell me whether my DNA matches up with any of the fifty breeds that they can identify. 

Or I could take something called the Mars Wisdom Panel test at my vet's office. It costs $189 and covers 130 different breeds and says which of them are in my DNA. The only thing (besides how expensive it would be for Mama) is that it requires a blood sample and I hate needles (yick!). 

What do you think? Should I do it? Does it really matter what I am? 

Thursday, January 24, 2008

Favorite Meatpacking Walk


Every morning, I go on a big walk with Mama. Sometimes, we leave the building and turn left to walk towards Union Square and around Gramercy Park. Other times, we turn right and walk a few blocks to the Hudson River, down to the Leroy Street dog run, back through West Village and home to Chelsea.

My favorite walk is through the Meatpacking District. It's grungy with murals, but has fancy stores too. There are good restaurants there, which means loads of yummy things to sniff and eat. 

Mama gets so upset when I pick food off the street! She'll make me spit it out. I've had to pass up perfectly good pieces of pizza crusts and delicious smelling bits of lamb shawarma.

I'm sneaky, though. One time, when Mama wasn't looking, I snitched a nice piece of prosciutto on the corner of Gansevoort and Washington Street. Another time, I gobbled down a scrumptious bit of brioche that still had a smudge of jam on it. 

I had a long pee on a fire hydrant in front of Pastis, and I thought to myself, "Jasper, we ain't in Ohio anymore."

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

I've Got a Girlfriend!

I met a really pretty Papillon the other night named Alice. (See, there's a picture of her, below.) Her long hair! That lovely tail! Wouldn't we make a cute couple? She was in my play group the other night. 




On Monday nights, Mama takes me to Biscuits & Bath in Greenwich Village to play with other dogs that are small like me. We run around and wrestle and have fun.

Usually, someone ends up taking a poo in the middle of the floor, and I like to sneak in a pee here and there.  

I've been going to Monday night play group for a couple of months, but never noticed Alice before. I heard her mommy say they live in Williamsburg. Alice's mommy is a painter. I wonder what my mommy does? Must remember to ask her...

Alice and I played around a little bit, but mostly I just stared at her. She pretended to ignore me, but I could tell she liked me. (I'm irresistible, according to Mama.) 

I hope I can play some more with Alice next Monday night! 

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

My Story (or How I Ended Up In New York City)

SHORT VERSION
Mama found me on Petfinder.com, which is a website for animal shelters across the country to post pictures of dogs and cats that need homes. I was at a rescue group in Rossford, Ohio. She flew to Ohio one day last October to meet me and take me back to her apartment in Manhattan.

We are living happily ever after...


MORE INTERESTING, LONGER VERSION

Mama had been wanting a dog ever since she moved to New York City a few years ago. But she lived in an apartment and was away at work all day and didn't think she could take care of a dog. So she says she settled for smiling and cooing at cute canines on the street, much as ladies normally do when they see a charming human baby.

Then one day, she had an appointment with a Reiki Master and energy healer named Aryn Quinn who asked her, "Do you have a pet? I see you with a small dog or cat that would bring you so much joy." Well, according to Mama, that was IT. She'd gotten a SIGN. She decided to immediately start looking for a dog.

She knew there were lots of dogs that needed homes, so Mama went to the animal control shelter in Spanish Harlem and the ASPCA on the Upper East Side. She submitted applications to three different rescue groups in New York City. She called the North Shore Animal League on Long Island. She came up empty each time. Either there were no suitable dogs, or if there were, they went to someone else who had a yard, or another dog, or who was at home all day.

Mama tells me now that I am exactly what she was looking for, but even better. She knew she needed a dog that was small enough to take on the airplane, didn't shed too much, was good with other dogs and kids, and was loving and affectionate. (That's me, alright!)

Mama says she could have waited for the right dog to turn up at one of the shelters in the City, but not only is Mama determined, she is impatient. Lucky for me, she decided to look nationwide for a dog to adopt. That's when she saw my picture, posted by Gloria from Midwest Havanese and Small Dog Rescue, and fell in love with my mug. (Can you blame her?)

On a Monday morning, Mama emailed Gloria and poured her whole heart into the adoption application. "I would give my dog lots of time, attention, and love, and a loving, forever home," Mama wrote. (My name was Banjo then. I'm so glad Mama changed it to Jasper. Suits me so much better, n'est-ce pas?)

Out of more than thirty applications that Gloria got requesting to adopt me, she picked Mama. "I never adopt out of my area," I heard Gloria tell Mama, "but something told me that he should be with you." I'm glad Gloria listened to that thing you humans call your "gut instinct." We dogs do it all the time.

I think Mama and I were meant to be. I don't know what it was, but I liked her right away. She seemed nice and brought some treats for me. She giggled like a little girl when I licked her face. Maybe that's why I like her; because she's silly.

The plane ride to New York was a little scary, but Mama was there to soothe me. We landed at the airport and it was crazy! The first cab driver refused to let a dog into his car. (As if!) Mama soon found a nice driver who drove us into Manhattan.

The lights and noises were scary at first, but I adjusted fast. I know it's only been a few months, but I feel like a New Yorker.  I don't jump at loud noises anymore and I like to stand in the street when I'm waiting to cross. (But Mama always pulls me back.)

I love it here and I love my Mama!

P.S.  Mama still lives in an apartment, but she quit her office job at the end of last year. She's home all the time now typing at her computer a lot. I like to curl up on her lap and nap.

Monday, January 21, 2008

I love surprises



I admit it. I love getting surprise gifts.  Last week, Mama's friend, Jeseka, brought me a new chew toy, a pair of cargo shorts (good for summer), and a black hoodie with silver studded skull and crossbones.  I like all the presents, but the hoodie is my favorite.  It makes me look tough, don't you think?
Must remember to send Jeseka a thank you note.  

Hello and Welcome!

Hi, welcome to my very first and very own blog.  My name is Jasper, I'm one years old, and I am a Yorkie mix.  I weigh about 5 1/2 pounds and am white and black with brown ears.  I'm a cutie patootie, but I don't let all the attention go to my head.  I know that personality counts.  

I'm sweet and loving, but do have a feisty streak.  I'm very protective of my Mama, especially around big dogs and weird looking people.  Since I live in Manhattan, we encounter a lot of those on our walks.  

Mama thought it would be cute and clever if I had my own blog.  (I think the truth is that helping me with this blog allows her to procrastinate on other things she really needs to get done--but don't tell her I said that; she's kind of sensitive.)  

Hope you like reading about me and my life in NYC!