I think I’ve mentioned it before, but near my apartment there is a fantastic place that had been, well, lacking in the last few months. Something so wonderful that I would walk here before or after almost all walkies. An Urban Oasis if you will, a spot to stop and slurp the water, the “paws that refreshes”.
It is the William Wegman (he of the fine Wiemaraner photos) Public Dog Bowl. An ever-running bowl of love here in the North Park Blocks.
Over the last few months, I’d noticed that it wasn’t so much running as dribbling and have not paid it much mind. Not tasty nor interesting. But a few days ago I witnesed the bowl being serviced and thought that good things were ‘a comin…
The bowl is supposed to represent his kitchen floor… and I wholeheartedly approve.
Today the water was tasty and refreshing, and more importantly, running like a champ.
Thanks, WW! And give those fine Wiemaraners a big, sloppy, bearded kiss from me!