GUNNI THE DOG WALKER

I spent this morning with "Gunni the dog walker."  That's not just me being reductive.  That's what he calls himself on his voicemail.  It's being Saturday, it was an off-day for Gunni and his wife, Norma, meaning they only had nine dogs between the two of them.  Most weekdays, they have as many as 20.  On Labor Day, which I take to be a day that New Yorkers like to vacation outside the city limits without their dogs, they were pushing 30.  

Gunni was kind enough to let me tag along as he drove around Brooklyn, picking up dogs and hitting the park. His car did not smell great, but it wasn't as bad as you might expect.

This picture is not as sad as it looks.  The dogs are tired. The bars don't go to the roof.  

I think it's worth pointing out here that he's holding the dog's tail to make sure it doesn't jump out the window. The dog never made an effort to jump out the window.  He's doing it just in case.  That's called professionalism.