Atticus thinks he can fly....and he can't!

I wish there was a way I could have taken a video of Atticus attempting to fly like a New York City pigeon, but I was laughing too hard to capture the moment, therefore, I will attempt to adequately describe what transpired First, I must say that New York City pigeons and squirrels are fearless, whether it be man or beast; they will stare down a charging pit bull or a roaring garbage truck! Nothing seems to phase them, especially a chunky, uncoordinated 11 week old labradoodle who has no idea that New York city pigeons literally rule.....and when their territory is threatened, NYC pigeons will wait until the very last moment to relinquish their claim on a sidewalk. So there I am, at 6:00 AM on Saturday morning, walking my adorable, rambunctious, Atticus, when he spots a flock of pigeons claiming their territory on the sidewalk and as soon as Atticus sees what he thinks could be some new friends, he contemplates his options to determine the best way to introduce himself. Towards that end he clumsily hurls his furry, roly poly body directly at the pigeons who made lots of angry noises and reluctantly flew away. Atticus, having no idea he didn't have wings, tried to follow his new friends by attempting to launch his body into the sky. He wasn't deterred when he plopped back onto the sidewalk, because he subsequently attempted to launch himself about 3 times before he gave up. I guess flying isn't in his future. After the pigeon fiasco, we walked to

a beautiful duck pond that has been built along the water behind my apartment. I'm attaching some pictures of Atticus staring into the duck pond; you can see a reflection in the pond of the new World Trade Center building. And yes, the ducks did squawk at him, but he didn't try to jump into the pond (he postponed that feat for another day)!