Dog Walker

Saturday on a very cold Front Street.

From the New York Times Metropolitan Diary:
Tug of War
Dear Diary:
It was a bitterly cold day on York Avenue: slush, ice, snow and wind.
I had just left the dry cleaner’s when I saw an older woman wearing a fur and tugging on one end of a taut leash.
At the other end, a soup bone of a dog was tugging back with great determination.“C’mon,” the woman said. “We have to go home now.”The dog just sat. It wouldn’t budge.The woman pulled harder.The dog pulled just as hard the other way.There was no give on either end.Finally, the woman looked down and addressed the dog.“All right, already,” she said. “We’ll take a cab.”The leash went slack, and they hopped into a taxi.
— Hank Goldstein