When this Sheepshead Bites journalist came up to me and asked me to pose for a picture, I was very glad to do so. Having snapped “me” in front of the Sheepshead Bay Gourmet Market, I asked for another showing the street in the background.
That’s when my owner walked up and angrily stopped my first photo session. It’s a good thing he didn’t know this picture was already snapped, or he might have grabbed the camera and smashed it. As far as I’m concerned, I don’t mind it if anyone takes my picture, especially since I’m on a public street.
I don’t even know why I stick with this guy. He’s probably not even homeless. He doesn’t tell me much about his life. All I know is he carries a large bunch of keys and dresses not so shabbily. Me? He piles me up with all this stuff and doesn’t even utter a word of thanks. This is not the life I imagined for myself.
Those other shopping carts just down the avenue at the Sheepshead Bay Fruits & Vegetables Market (1717 Avenue Z) are living it up. I just get pushed around with all these bags of unknown stuff. Well, at least I got my portrait taken. Too bad no one can really see me under all that stuff.