Henry

During my last true night in New York City, I puppy sat for my friend Caroline. Forgiving her the poor decision to name her dog a person's name, Henry is by far the best dog ever to scurry across the face of the Earth. Not because of tricks, or affection, or intelligence. Because when I took him walking throughout the street of New York and the paths of Central Park, I met more women than I have ever randomly met collectively in my life. While my friends will argue that one woman is more than I've ever randomly met, the number in all honesty was nearing double digits in less than 2 hours. Considering that Henry's affable personality and comfort with being held led each conversation to be longer than a simple oohh and ahh, this blew my mind. The cliche-edness of the whole situation worked in my favor as well, actually becoming the initial conversation for some situations. I am very sad that I only attempted to exploit Henry on the last day of my time in New York. Should anyone want to rent him, let me know and I'll put you in touch with Caroline.

(He is a half Maltese half Chihuahua mix)