Dog's-Eye View

New York City - Jan. 16, 2010 - She’s Queen of the City!

Bekka is oblivious to the fact that she’s a small 12-pound miniature schnauzer. When we walk along West 42nd Street, just off the theatre district, she prances along like she owns the place, not pulling at the leash or darting left and right.

And in a way she does own the place. Certainly she charms more than one passer-by who stops to pet her. (She is most obliging.) I could have been a serial killer but with my little escort, we are both approachable.

But what I find astounding is that she’s showing herself to be a Big City Dog who’s been locked up in a Small City Dog’s body all her 10-plus years. She’s usually skittish as a young colt. Shakes uncontrollably during thunderstorms. Spooked by any unexpected loud sound.

Not here! Out on the street, none of that fearful behavior is in play. The grinding construction machinery doesn't faze her. Nor the crush of people. Nor the din of passing trucks, buses and cars. Her coloring makes her look like she’s prancing even when she’s not. Salt-and-pepper overall but from her knees down, all white. Kinda like disco boots of the 60s. But she absolutely struts! A show dog.

Imagine if you or I were suddenly immersed into a society of Goliath-sized people. We’d creep safely along the outer margins. Not her! She’s in-your-face, come on let’s boogie! She’s an absolute inspiration.

Maybe she was put here for just such a purpose?

Copyright 2010 James C. Lewis