"We were lucky enough to have a ton of media coverage in the last couple of days - radio, TV, newspapers and blogs (including yours) - and as a result we got a very specific tip-off last night from someone who thought they had seen him in Red Hook. We headed down there early this morning hoping to catch a sighting on his morning walk, and sure enough a few hours later we saw someone walking our dog in the Red Hook projects.
We called the NYPD and when they turned up two minutes later, we knew which building and even what apartment he was in (as I said, the tip-off was very specific). It turns out that the people there had bought him from a guy on the street last week - he was bought as a family pet and had been well cared for. We headed with the police over to the vet clinic on Warren and Smith where his microchip positively identified him as our dog. Case closed!
Thanks so much for all your help with our search. We're so thankful for how everyone in our community - friends, neighbors and strangers - have supported us and our mission to find our boy."
Sidenote: who the fuck BUYS A DOG off of someone on the street. I mean, I appreciate that the people were taking good care of him, but that's also the stupidest fucking thing I've ever heard of.
Glad the little dude is back home with his fam.
We all know that the MTA sucks. You're all dressed up and ready to go, and then you walk to the station only to find that your train is out of service and the only way you can get to your destination is to take the most ass-backwards route ever imagined—15 train transfers (and they always somehow involve Hoyt-Schemmememorjkrrhorn), going to a borough you didn't even want or need to go to, boarding a shuttlebus, getting off the shuttlebus, hopping on a pogo stick for 17 miles, etc.
If you're lucky enough to avoid these transfer shenanigans, you can be assured that the smelliest homeless person on Earth will be on your train, along with several mariachi bands, a couple of pole-leaning douchebags, and maybe a hip-hop dance crew.
Now we gotta deal with a sudden death elimination round in order to move on and the only things standing in our way are Jessica, Eli and one brown dog. Needless to say, I want to CRUSHTHEMCOMPLETELY.
Voting will start again tomorrow (still not sure if that means midnight or whenever the Apartment Therapy editors wake up, but I'll keep you posted).
Needless to say, we'll need your help again. If you don't already have an Apartment Therapy account and shafted us on the last vote, now would be a good time to get one (you'll need one in order to actually vote). If you *do* already have one (b/c, you know, you rule and love us more than all those other mean people), get ready to clickity click AH-GAIN!
Stay tuned (and THANK YOU!).
That's right, bitchez! You heard it here first second.
"Gorilla Coffee, the juggernaut Park Slope java-and-lifestyle dispensary that has been closed since April 9 after the entire staff quit to protest a “perpetually malicious, hostile and demeaning work environment,” will reopen Monday. So said the smiling woman inside the half-rolled-up gate of the shop at Fifth Avenue and Park Place at 7 Friday evening."
[Also, love how the NYT called us "other blogs." And by "love," I mean TOTALLYFUCKINGANNOYED].
(via City Room Blog)