6 posts tagged “beta”

Dan and Beta's first trip to the Shake Shack. Showed up about 4pm, waited in line for an hour, finished eating before 6pm. The line was huge when we got there and even huge-r when we left.

We got a "Poochini" for Beta, which is ice cream, peanut butter, and two dog biscuits in a doggie sized bowl. I consumed a Taxi Dog (a regular hot dog with tomato-soaked onions), a Second City Bird-Wurst (chicken sausage dressed Chicago style), a Shack Burger, and a root beer float. Dan ate two Shack Burgers (which he thought were good but not the best he's ever had) and a Chicago dog, alongside a chocolate shake.

I thought the burger was delicious and the hot dogs were merely good. I like the idea of a Chicago style dog but it's always too messy in the end. And the root beer float was fantastic. Also, the cheese fries were surprisingly fresh and crispy, despite swimming in a lake of cheese. I couldn't stop eating them despite being extremely full. How do they do that? It's magic.

Meta-dog

In her spare time, Beta enjoys ego-surfing on Flickr .

We've been crazy busy with acclimating Beta, our puggle, to the city. Poor thing was trembling and spazzy when she got to LGA, and then had a sensory overload moment out on Astor Place when we got back home. She loves the dog runs, though. We've been to both Union Square and Tompkins Square. And strangers love to say hello and try to pet her on the street. Too bad she's a snob, and ignores them after one sniff.

The good news: Beta isn't as barky as we thought she'd be. We've been disciplined in telling her to be quiet and I think she's getting used to the constant flow of traffic and pedestrians. Plus, she did great meeting Anil and Alaina on Saturday, and Matt, Kay, and Fiona tonight. (And Fiona is absolutely adorable and loved dogs, so much that she pointed and kicked. Unfortunately, said kicking was badly placed towards Mathowie's crotchal region. Whoops.)

But, she only hesitantly does a #2 on the sidewalk, and so far has only peed twice: once on a tree, and once at the dog run. We're still trying to figure out how to let her know to pee on the sidewalk.

And all this does mean that we've been doing nothing but paying attention to her all weekend, worrying about her digestive system (there has been one accident, and one hunger strike already), and trying to train her to be a good city dog. Good God, how do people do this?