Self-described as 'not homeless but very badly off', this gentleman was sitting with his dog on the sidewalk. The dog was an American Bulldog, and jumped out from under several layers of blankets when I stopped to talk. They commuted into Manhattan from the Bronx to earn their keep.
The man (I forgot to ask his name) told me about the violence he sometimes encounters on the streets, and that his canine companion has defended him on more than one occasion. We had a friendly chat, mostly about his dog, which was huge and extremely friendly.
It was a cold afternoon. As we parted, the man promised they would not stay outside long.
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