He’s leading a ruff, ruff life
New York is going to the dogs.
It’s Westminster. Begun 150 years ago, it was once only 21 breeds. Now? More prolific than Elon, it’s 2,500 dogs. More than 200 breeds competing. We’re talking terriers, shepherds, Great Danes, Scotties, whippets, schnauzers, Airedales, hounds, pooches, Yorkies, collies, Pekings, toys, Samoyeds.
I’m a dog lover. Not that I loved my childhood Scotty more than my grown-up husband. Never would I say that, I might think it — but never would I say it.
Jellybean, the Yorkshire terrier, who lets me share my home with him, pays no rent, doesn’t vacuum, make dinner, bike or do laundry. Age 6.
My mom was Jessica, husband Joey so their names began with “J.” Jellybean, 5 pounds, pees more than that — mostly on my kitchen floor as company’s arriving.
He doesn’t like our terrace and won’t put a paw out in rain, fog, snow or if someone’s coughing two states away. But he did once christen the top of my desk.
He’s my first boy dog and — like my husband — needed toilet training. And he has more needs than Meghan Markle: food, treats, water, sweater, blanket, bed, bathing, shampooing, flea medicine, vet, groomer, rules, toys, clothes, collar, leash, attention, walks, playtime — and he’s allergic to feathers. No chicken, duck or turkey.
Meet Jelly Bean, columnist Cindy Adams’ adorable dog.
He also has a wardrobe. Ralph Lauren’s Madison Avenue manager gave him three fittings for one sweater. I’m wearing orlon — Jellybean’s into cashmere. He wasn’t my choice. He was a gift. First long ago moment I remember holding him in my arms the phone rang. The caller? Hillary Clinton. I’m holding this new tiny furry thing in my arms talking to the former First Lady when my First Gift Dog peed all over me. Either it was his nerves — or his comment.
Epstein charges
Epstein’s latest file dump even mentions credit card charges at our neighborhood Beach Cafe on the Upper East Side as one of his regular stops. Says owner Dave Goodside: “The statements list him at my place often for his favorite burger. And fries. You should only know he was a little creepy and a lousy tipper.”
Cities’ scene and heard
The Melania movie. At the Trump Kennedy Center premiere Judge Jeanine Pirro sat next to NYC lawyer Stuart Slotnick — son of the retired Barry Slotnick. Stu reminded her she signed his pistol permit when he turned 18 almost 40 years ago. “You look like your father,” she said. Was a classy row — also FBI director Patel, RFK Jr., Secretary of State Marco Rubio . . . Francine LeFrak investing $300,000 in New Jersey’s Reentry Corporation. It’s to expand training for commercial driver’s licenses at our busiest port on the Atlantic Coast . . . Others are doing other things like Rosanna Scotto and daughter at Saturday matinee seeing Jonathan Groff in “Just in Time” just in time before he exits next month.
And BE AWARE: NYC taxi hustlers are running — or driving — wild at airports. There’s no paywall. Passengers were ripped off for $800 for the JFK to Midtown run. Just letting you know.
Stroller in NYPD’s now much cleaned up New York: “Why did you put your hand in my pocket?” Pickpocketer: “Ohhh, sorry, sorry. I am so absentminded. I used to have a pair of pants just like those you are wearing.”
Only in our newly cleaned up commie New York, kids, only in our newly cleaned up commie New York.
