The doggie rules LA.
No joke. Runyon Canyon has concurrently the best dog walking AND the best star spotting; adopting mutts has replaced adopting African babies, and PETA meetings have displaced AA as the hot industry networking destination. That’s cool, Mama loves me some dogs. Especially like this:
This is one happy animal–his driver is sporty (the 4Runner doesn’t lie), and the dog’s chilling on PCH; that’s some premium air sniffing in LA–low smog with layers of seagull poop, dolphin spouts, and tourist trash, delicious.
There’s also plenty of this:
Fancy dogs in fancy cars– both completely coiffed. Annoying? Indeed. Deplorable? Not really. Sure, the dog eats better than the guy who grooms him once a week. But whatever. That’s cool; it’s all part of LA’s glamorous yet third-world appeal.
Not PC, But Still Dude Worthy
I’m even a fan of the dog in the sidecar. Sorry, I know it’s not politically correct, but you gotta love the fact that this doggie is wearing goggles as he cruises across the often uptight Montana Ave:
I know it’s blurry, but you try to park your car, take a photo, and tell your kids to shut-the-hell-up at the same time! Geez. Trust me, the doggie’s wearing goggles and it’s cool.
Then There Are The Other Dog Owners
Guess what’s not cool? This nonsense:
I can almost excuse the dog in the back of a pickup– which I’m pretty sure is illegal –but so is half the crap I do behind the wheel. However, this doggie’s wearing sunglasses, he’s tied down while wearing a choke collar, and a stuffed dog is dragging under the truck bed. That’s a tad too Michael Vick for my taste, sorry. You’re a douchebag.
What do you see in your neck of the woods? Same stuff? What’s legal? What is socially acceptable? LMK!