Photo by myself in Chelsea, around 26th Street and Sixth Avenue.
You can make money from collecting aluminum cans on recycling day. At 5 cents each, I imagine this fellow did all right. A shopping cart with cans is not an uncommon sight.
Most New Yorkers do not return their cans to collect their nickels. Most supermarkets do not accept cans for return, and it's just too much to carry even more stuff when you're walking around without a car.
I realize I haven't posted a photo of Rupert in ages. The last one was from the winter, when there was snow on the ground.
After a good time playing, Rupert takes a break. (Pardon his muzzle, he needs a shave!)
Here he is after a good morning of playing. It was a humid last weekend, and he was pooped. His favorite outside toy is a big orange ball with feet.
My fiance Mark has been away for work for two weeks, now. Rupert has adjusted well, though sometimes he'll see someone with a similar silhouette and stop in his tracks. I've been running home everyday after work to feed Rupert dinner; caring for him has been more consuming.
Animals adjust so brilliantly to their situations. I am certain there will be much jumping and going nuts when Mark finally returns in a few days (and I mean both the dog and me!).
Related posts: Searching for a Bargain, at the Strand, Movie in the Making, in Alphabet City and Life Goes On.