Scampi is a shy rescue who makes you earn her trust. As her walker, Lindsay, can attest: it is well worth it.
She is shy but sassy, and kind to everyone … unless you’re the mailman pushing a cart!
If you’re ever in Cobble Hill and spot Scampi – blow her a kiss from us!
Nigel came to us in August of 2011. When we first met him he was at a Sunday wine hangout with his mommy and his aunties. Happy little man, with his funny face and his sunny disposition. We liked him immediately, a reaction Nigel is probably all too familiar with. Tres likable, this guy.
Nigel is heading to LA, where we cannot follow. We’ll miss him, but are glad he gets to hang in the sunshine and find some new brunch spots. Social butterfly like him is making new friends already, I’m sure.
“Nigel was so awesome and gave the warmest welcomes every time I came in. He would run circles around me with that little tail wagging and jump up on my leg to say hi and it never got old. he was so sweet and easy going an I miss him whenever I walk through his stomping grounds! I hope he is living the good life in California!”
-Patrick, Nigel’s primary walker
Have a good life, Nigel. Brooklyn will miss you!
When you’ve been in the dog-walking game for as long as I have, and your “dogs walked” tally climbs well into the triple-digits, you can spend a lot of time daydreaming about former canine buddies.
There’s Gonzo who moved to San Fran, Mickey who moved upstate, Brucey-Boy who moved to Minneapolis. You walk past their old apartment, or see a dog who looks like them, and you wonder how they are, what they’re up to.
Sometimes a pup or a kit pops into my head for no apparent reason. That’s what happened last month, as I was walking to the subway. I randomly remembered my old buddy Leroy, on S. Oxford. He’d moved to England after I walked him for about a year. Friendly little Dachshund, always looking for street-trash. He’d give me a real stink-eye when I’d prevent him from getting something. But then by the time we got home he’d have forgotten my treachery and be looking to lick my nose again. Possibly to prompt Kong delivery, but still.
I remembered Leroy, had a little chuckle, and went about my day. Then when I got home, there was an email from Lauren, his owner, in my inbox. Turns out Leroy had moved back to the states, and was looking for walks again. Same day, people! I hadn’t seen this dog in almost 2 years!
Joyous reunion, needless to say. His tummy is a little balder now, but otherwise he looks (and walks) exactly the same.
Littlest Leroy, it’s great to have you back.