Sometimes I realize what a plebe I am. I will, for example, never sit in the middle of Central Park with my four pure-bred dogs while an artist painstakingly captures the moment in a painting. I don’t know whether this is a rich person thing or a dog lover thing or simply a “weird people” thing but I did see the scene below unfold on a walk around the park.

 

These are the weird lives of aristocrats.

 

Dogs and their owners pose for posterity in Central Park. Photo by Veronika Bondarenko

Dogs and their owners pose for posterity in Central Park.
Photo by Veronika Bondarenko

Written by Veronika

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