Living on edge

Last week I dared to walk my dog in a neighborhood of Manhattan that is not my own. I doubled the blunder by using the country-walk leash instead of the city version. The country-walk leash allows my mini-Schnauzer Aengus to roam deep into the brush to sniff and do his business. The city-walk leash keeps him close by my side and allows me full control when he decides to lunge for a loitering pigeon. It also disentangles easily from the inevitable encounters with other city dogs.

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Home for the Holidaze!

Even though I am often referred to as “a nice Jewish boy” (what do they know?)—and I do celebrate Hanukkah with the requisite potato latkes and chocolate coins—somehow I am constantly drawn to Christmas. Sure, we have the Menorah, Judah and the Macabees and eight nights of “useful” gifts... but (in my humble opinion) can that really compare with the whimsy and fantasy of what the “fat man” has to offer? Besides, if there is one thing I dearly love to do, it is shop, shop, shop ‘till I (literally) drop.

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