AN EXPERIENCE THAT COULD MAKE A PET-LOVER OUT OF ME
Last night while I was hanging out on the front terrace of Posh (where smokers have been banished under the Bloomberg Act of aught-three, but you already know that) , one of the neighborhood kids passed by, walking his dog. Said dog in turn hopped up on the porch to visit the banished.

Ordinarily, this would not be noteworthy. In fact, ordinarily it would inspire me to say something like, "Get your fuckin' dog out of the bar." But before I had a chance to get nasty, I learned that the dog's name was 'Fosse.' Too cute. You know what's even cuter? Instead of "Shake," Fosse lifts his paw to the command "Jazz hands." And the command to walk is "Hip roll."

Too cute. If I ever get a dog, I am so stealing that routine.

Related: My favoritest Bob Fosse movie.