Yesterday evening I saw a police dog sniffing subway cars at Union Square and I couldn't help wondering if drug dogs have dreams to. What else do those lovable helpers aspire to?
An extra helping of kugel at Grandma's?
Swathed in gold and sateen in an Off-Broadway production?
Starring opposite Andrew Shue in the primetime drama Melrose Place?If you care for the fate of these gentle creatures, please contact your local government and urge them to liberate drug dogs, now and forever. Also in the meantime avoid drug induced paranoia by not transferring at the Union Square station if you have a partially smoked joint in your mitten.
