#4 of The Greenpoint 10
Yesterday I finally broke free of my wintertime malaise and decided to resume the long-neglected Greenpoint Ten. What brought about this momentous breakthrough, you ask?
Very simple: I looked under my very own nose and there she was! I present to you, dear readers, a very special Greenpointer for today’s installment of the Greenpoint Ten. Her name is Mordred…
and she is the best dressed dog in Greenpoint.
Miss Heather
P.S.: Don’t let the nail polish and pink leash fool you. This bitch means business. When I saw her Monday afternoon she was busy threatening to kick a fellow canine’s ass. This dog was at least four times her size. Don’t fuck with Mordred.