Fred the Dog

I went to visit a friend in New York. She lives in a one bedroom on the upper west side. It is very charming. Her dog however is not so charming. He tries. He really does, but he has a barking problem. I think it comes from the small dog ego that he has. He feels the need to let everyone in the building, outside the building, and anyone who enters his domain know that he is fierce. He is not. In fact he is the opposite of fierce. The postman even made fun of him, poor dog.

Along with her dog my friend has stairs. A lot of them. Four flights in fact. Four flights that I carried a baby up and down. I also carried the fierce dog. Why? Because the dog thinks he is invincible. He shot out from between my legs and ran down the stairs quickly so as not to be caught by the lady with a baby in her arms. I then put the baby in a sling and carried the stupid dog up the stairs because he refused to walk back up. All to keep the dog from going outside and getting his little self killed.

Did I mention that she has four flights of stairs? Dumb Dog.