Where the Dogs Wear Shoes
Our Wilbur has a certain gait when we take him into Manhattan to see his dermatologist. (Okay, call me a yuppie freak! I don't care! This doctor is really helping him!) Look at that tail. Chin up, sniffing the city air, looking at the tall buildings. A little freaked out and excited.
Plus, the garbage cans smell extra delicious. And you occasionally see things like this: