I was out on this GORGEOUS day, strollin’ in the sunshine with some serious pep in my step, keys a-janglin’, dogs a-trottin’, just loving the heck out of ol’ West Harlem soaked in the first inklings of Springtime.

Until I realized something terrible. All my dogs have more friends than I do.

The adorable Frenchie, Digby (pictured left, and who you may remember from Halloween), is best friends with Liesl, a spunky black mutt with a penchant for wrastlin’. I walk them together pretty much every day, after they get in a good round of playing-that-looks-like-fighting-but-isn’t. Digby and Liesl get to see at least a billion other neighborhood dogs almost every morning when their owners take them to the park for off-leash doggie socializing time.

I don’t know about you, but I don’t get to see my best friend every day. Heck, to be honest, I don’t know if I could stand to. Not that my best friend’s not great and all, but after a while you run out of things to talk about, and then what do you do?

But dogs, they can see each other every single day and never get tired of each other. Digby and Liesl go through the same motions every time: We get to Liesl’s house, and I have to muster up the muscles to restrain Digby long enough to get his leash off before he flies at Liesl’s back legs and starts gnawing on her. Then Liesl grabs Digby by the throat and sort of chews a little bit (Digby’s favorite), and it goes on like this for a few minutes until I pull them apart and we go on our walk. Every. Single. Day.

They never say, “You know, I just don’t feel like playfighting today, why don’t we just watch a movie?” They meet their pooch pals and have a great time like they hadn’t seen each other in years.

I grew up in the suburbs, and I had quite a few dogs. I also had a backyard big enough for them to run around in all day, so there wasn’t really any socializing among neighborhood dogs. When there was, it was usually in the form of a fight which was probably brought on by some territorial issues.

City dogs are this amazing breed unto themselves, with entire social lives and a completely different way of navigating their worlds. Since this is the Doggy Bloggy of the best dang dogwalking company around, I’m shifting the focus of this shindig to the best dang dogs around: NYC Pooches.

So from here on out, expect news, stories, and pictures of New York City dogs, in all their swanky, totally popular glory. I’ll try not to get too jealous.