This little guy (?) was found today inside of a Tupperware container at the Cooper Park Dog Run. Anyone interested in giving this chap the loving home he richly deserves should contact his good Samaritan, Kim, via Facebook.
Thanks!
UPDATE, September 1, 2011: I have word this pup might— just might— have a new home!
Needless to say when I received word from the head honcho of the Cooper Park Dog Run that the 2010 Dogs of Cooper Bark calendars are in I simply had to pass it along here. The purchasers of this delightful and very affordable product (they’re priced at a measly $15.00 a pop!) will not only have the some of Williamspoint’s most comely canines grace their wall for an entire year, they will also be supporting a wonderful cause: a portion of the proceeds will go towards the upkeep of the Cooper Park Dog Run! In years past these calendars have provided funding for such improvements as new fencing and furniture. Why not lend ‘em a hand (or would that be paw?) this year and purchase one of these calendars? They make great gifts!
Interested parties can purchase the Dogs of Cooper Bark calendar at Muddy Paws:
447 Graham Avenue
Brooklyn, New York 11211
or online via paypal at: info@cooperbark.org
Be sure to include your name, contact information and an additional $5.00 (making the grand total $20.00) for shipping and handling.
Miss Heather
On April 6, 2009 my buddy down at Brooklyn11211 wrote (in regards to this post):
What is more wacky is why there is a sign for the Brooklyn Battery Tunnel on Metropolitan Avenue in Williamsburg.
To wit I replied:
It’s your ‘hood, dude— you tell me!
Which brings me to the above bit of signage. It is one of several such signs that some rugged individualist has seen fit to erect on Maspeth Avenue across the street from Cooper Park (which I should add is firmly located in the 11211 zip code). While the provenance of these signs is unknown the people I spoke to on this block agreed that “crazy drivers” deemed them necessary. What I wanted to know is if they work. So I took a leisurely stroll down the block to find out.
I suspect anyone who is reading this post and has the pleasure of interfacing with 311 (it’s a hit or miss affair— some operators are better than others) will agree that filing complaints in this manner seems to be a futile endeavor. This has often been my experience, anyway. But dial them anyway, take down the complaint number and forward it to your community board. Yes, this will entail some work on your part, dear readers, but I suspect we can all agree that one person— much less a child— hit by a speeding car is one too many.
Miss Heather
