People stop and stare and hold their babbling babies up to the wrought-iron railing. It's not every day you see a koi pond on Ditmars Boulevard. Or a garden that looks as though it outgrew Architectural Digest.
His name is Pringle. Well, that's the name the rescue folks gave the scrawny Yorkie-mixed breed they'd found dumped on the streets of a neighborhood known for their high kill shelter. He is my first foster dog.
She's a good Christian teen who just happens to look like she could be Lindsay Lohan's mother. He's a smarmy actor I'd never heard of. Wow, I really don't care. And yet, I can't help myself. Tell me more.