The dog stops our walk to watch the wealthy children of Park Slope come out of whatever after school activity they've been in at the Berkeley Carroll School with their parents. An armada of town cars and taxis double park outside and make the street impassable as the scions of Brooklyn linger and hug and say goodbye to their friends.
"Oo-bear, oo-bear," one woman says, sashaying by while the dog stands stiff-legged in astonishment.
"Are you oo-bear?" she asks one driver, who shakes his head ruefully and replies, "Aricebo."
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