Dogs have always played an important role in my life, and looking though some old photos recently, I found this one of a dog and me in my godmother's "luncheonette" in Brooklyn. I'm guessing that the year was about 1962, and the dog belonged to a friend of my father's. I don't know what was going on that day, but I look very suspicious about that dog! I wasn't getting a good feeling. Maybe I was worried it was going to fall. I can't imagine how the grownups expected the dog to rest there on that stool!
I also don't know why I was dressed that way! It had to be a Sunday, and I remember afterwards walking around the corner to my grandparent's house where I played with their dog Queenie all day. There's got to be a story connected to the photo. I just wish I could remember what it was!