I had a very surreal moment when walking to the train this morning. As I walked up the last block of Broadway approaching Myrtle Avenue, I saw a big pile of rubbish surrounding the remains of a broken black metal futon frame. Amid the rubbish was a bright pink fuzzy thing which I assumed was a discarded stuffed toy.

And then it moved. It turned it's fuzzy little face toward me as it continued sniffing around the pile of trash and then that little bright pink curly haired dog started romping right toward me.

For a good minute or two I was completely bewildered - I mean, this dog, this BRIGHT PINK dog, had no leash. And it was just frolicking about. On the street. In it's... pinkness.

And then a woman walked out of the little coffee shop. I made eye contact with her, sort of wordlessly questioning whether this dog belonged to her, and apparently it did. She muttered something in Spanish as she brushed past me, leading her little pink dog away.

I really wish I had gotten a photo.