Okay, we're back. As I mentioned in my solo previous post, dad was away for work and me and mom had to hold down the fort. We've had to do everything ourselves in dad's absence, and besides poop-scooping duty, playing with me, and a few other things I've noticed since adopting them, I'm not entirely sure what, exactly, dad does around here. Dad was off in some far away foreign land called Brooklyn, that he says is crazy different from where we live, babysitting for a couple of canines I think he talked about before I came along. I think he also had some real work to do in between, but I don't know enough to elaborate. So in this far away land, instead of mountains, trees, waterfalls, hiking trails, and fresh air, they have tall buildings, lots of concrete, metal, and glass, and way, way too many weird people, legal human-catnip stink and honking horns. One of dad's favorite things to do while there is hanging out at Domino Park, part of a massive renovation currently happening at an old Domino Sugar Refinery building.
According to dad, this place has quite a history and was built like a million years ago and processed much of the sugar used in this country.
Of course, like so many other industries, that's gone by the wayside, and although some of the original buildings have been demolished, the refinery building is going to be part of a gigunda mixed-use complex. This is the smaller of his two charges
and here's a profile of the other, who towers over dad when standing on his hind legs. That's the Williamsburg Bridge they're next to. Dad told me and mom that he walked over to The Lower East Side 3 or 4 times while up there, but it's funny how he doesn't have any pictures to prove it.
The views across the river from Domino Park show a part of Manhattan,
and if you look closely in this next one you can see the Statue of Liberty way off in the distance under the Manhattan and Brooklyn Bridges.
This is super exciting and all, and as you can see, I've been captivated by all this NYC- and pooch-related stuff on MY blog, but. . .