A Trip Down Dog Shit Row
A recurring theme brought up at Bob’s memorial last week was how the Internet can bring like-minded people together. This was certainly the case after the service: at long last I finally had the opportunity to meet the brains behind some of my favorite blogs*. We were present that Saturday afternoon for one reason: to celebrate Bob’s life and work as yes, grieve.
Thankfully not all web comradeship is so serious in nature. Take my friend Yotidadnmom, for example. He first entered my life via an email entitled how’s this for shitty, took it with my cell phone, sorry for the poor quality. Attached was one of the most revolting and substantial bowel movements I have ever seen (Caution: click the previous link at your own risk). After regaining my composure (and lunch) I replied as follows:
Looks like someone needs to eat more fiber. Where, may I ask, did you find this?
To wit he replied:
I’m a construction worker who does station rehabs for the MTA i find shit on walls columns, tunnels etc etc .. i’ll send u pics of shit as i find em…
Impressed and intrigued I wrote back:
Man, I bet you see all sorts of crazy shit. Thanks!
u have no idea .. big shit , small shit , smelly shit , rat shit, people shit , soft shit ,hard shit ….god i work in a world of shit
he replied. The previous dialog came to pass in May of 2008 and ever since I will occasionally find some new piece of “treasure” my intrepid turd enthusiast has found for my edification waiting for me in my inbox. Usually first thing in the morning over my first cup of coffee.
This week, mercifully enough, my Internet friend did not send me a jpg. Rather, he sent me a solitary link in an email entitled Thought of You. Curious to see what my brother in bowel movements had discovered, I pointed and clicked my way over to Brooklynian. Here is what I found:
Now I have seen a lot of shitty sidewalks in my day. For this reason I have a certain amount of cynicism when someone calls this (or her) block in this case St. Mark’s Avenue between Grand and Classon Avenue, “Dog Shit Row”. Wishing to see how shitty this street really was I dusted off my Metrocard and checked it out for myself. Follows is what I found. Enjoy!
Is this the shittiest block I have ever seen? Not by a long shot. Nonetheless I’d be very mindful of where I step if I were you!
Miss Heather
*Like Best View In Brooklyn, for example. And while I am on the subejct I’d like to thank Nicole Davis of Brooklyn Based for the amazing work she did on this event— she was sort of overlooked at the service. Great job!
Meet Slumdog Jack
This adoptable pup is not only a real cutie, but he also has an amazing story. I’ll let my friend over at District Dog, Rob Maher, fill you in:
…I wanted to thank you for all for the love that you have graced Jack with over the past few months. When I made the decision to pick up a weak, hungry, emaciated street dog with injuries, I never imagined that his story would touch so many of you. I must admit that his will to overcome his situation and the sheer good fortune that he would make so many friends around the world (in person and over facebook) continue to bring tears to my eyes. He is a special pup — and he has some very special friends.
There are two very important things to remember about Jack’s journey to America. First, he endured a grueling 30+ hour journey, spending most of that time in a cage, sitting at customs warehouses in Mumbai and Newark, NJ and locked into the noisy and dark cargo hold of a 777 aircraft (that for the longest period, nearly 18 hours). Jack had never been in a cage before and certainly had never flown or traveled very far from the streets of Mumbai. When Kristen and her parents picked Jack up at the Continental Airlines cargo center, they found a scared but brave and grateful pup who had patiently waited to be reunited with his foster family.
The second and perhaps most important part of the story to remember is that Jack is still not home and still needs one. We and he desperately need your help to get him there. When he was adopted a few months ago, the couple who offered to take him were very excited by the prospect of a new dog into their home. Of course, getting Jack to the US from India presented a whole host of challenges, including potential trauma to the animal, logistics of the actual transport, and cost of the whole process. In my analysis at the time, I decided that the best thing I could do for Jack would be to send him to the US to his new adoptive parents. Though several friends of mine in India had openly requested that they be allowed to adopt Jack.
To cut a long story short, Jack’s adoptive parents have rejected him. They believe now that because Jack is an alpha dog, he will be unable to co-exist in harmony with another alpha in their household. Though evidence suggests that a puppy’s manifestation of alpha tendencies are altered when they are spayed and neutered and that obedience training can also resolve most lingering issues between alpha dogs, the adoptive family is not inclined to try to make this work.
So what did Jack do wrong? Well, not much. Adjusting into a new home — especially one with existing dogs, can be difficult. Jack co-existed well with the female dog in the house but did not get along with the male one. While many argue that that behavior is temporary and subject to comfort and training of the dog, that is not the interpretation that Jack’s erstwhile adoptive parents have taken.
Here is where I need your help. PLEASE read about Jack and his journey and help get Jack settled into a new and loving home. For all of you who don’t know Jack, he is a nearly six month old mixed-breed puppy from near Bandra (W), Mumbai, India. He loves human interaction, is largely house-trained, and has all of his vaccinations in place. More importantly, Jack is a survivor who will make a loving and protective dog if you allow him to.
We don’t know yet if Jack is good around children, so we would need to figure that portion of his personality. We have been asked why we simply don’t bring him back to India, where several families have offered to adopt him. Simply put, the option remains on the table but given the cost, the trauma, and the energy required, I’m hesitant to pursue it .
Anyone interested in giving this amazing lad a new leash on life (Yeah, it’s a bad pun— sue me) should contact Rob at rob (at) doghabitat (dot) org. Be advised that all potential adoptees will be screened by the staff at Dog Habitat.
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Day Ender: Zoo York
5th Avenue
Washington Avenue
St. Mark’s Avenue
Bedford Avenue
Metropolitan Avenue
North 1 Street
Nassau Avenue
Manhattan Avenue
Miss Heather
Today’s Bit ‘O’ Blight: Karl Fischer Style
Filed under: Williamsburg
This eyesore (and serious public safety hazard) comes courtesy of 227 Grand Street. Be careful where you walk!
Miss Heather
North Brooklyn Street Art Du Jour: Land Shark
Filed under: Street Art
From Bayard Street.
Miss Heather
Williamspoint Video Du Jour: Slow Down
On April 6, 2009 my buddy down at Brooklyn11211 wrote (in regards to this post):
What is more wacky is why there is a sign for the Brooklyn Battery Tunnel on Metropolitan Avenue in Williamsburg.
To wit I replied:
It’s your ‘hood, dude— you tell me!
Which brings me to the above bit of signage. It is one of several such signs that some rugged individualist has seen fit to erect on Maspeth Avenue across the street from Cooper Park (which I should add is firmly located in the 11211 zip code). While the provenance of these signs is unknown the people I spoke to on this block agreed that “crazy drivers” deemed them necessary. What I wanted to know is if they work. So I took a leisurely stroll down the block to find out.
I suspect anyone who is reading this post and has the pleasure of interfacing with 311 (it’s a hit or miss affair— some operators are better than others) will agree that filing complaints in this manner seems to be a futile endeavor. This has often been my experience, anyway. But dial them anyway, take down the complaint number and forward it to your community board. Yes, this will entail some work on your part, dear readers, but I suspect we can all agree that one person— much less a child— hit by a speeding car is one too many.
Miss Heather
Dog Doo Signs Du Jour: For The Love Of Big Brother
This winsome trio hails from none other than Maujer Street in East Williamsburg. Granted, the latter most does not purport to be “watching you” but it has a certain menacing quality I found noteworthy. Whoever crafted this sign not only took a great deal of time to scallop the edges (nice touch) but he (or she) also appears to be unaware that driving six nails and screws into a tree is probably as unhealthy— if not more s0— than getting showers of the golden variety from the local canines.
Speaking of unhealthy, I am going to close this post with one of the most hardcore dog doo deterrents I have ever beheld. It hails from Washington Avenue, 11238.
They raise ’em tough in Prospect Heights.
Damn.
Miss Heather
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