A Dog, Equally Shared

By NEILE WEISSMAN

Dear Diary:

I'm with some friends riding the No. 1 down from Van Cortlandt Park when this guy sits across with this cute mutt in his lap.

So of course the group starts cooing and making goo-goo eyes, pumping the guy for details. “It's a Jack Russell-Chihuahua.” “His name is Peanut.” Making best friends for life, etc.

This goes on till 42nd Street, when the train stops. The doors open and the guy jumps up, goes to the doors and straight-arms the dog through to someone on the platform.

There's a pause. (We all look at each other.) Then a voice barks out: “LEASH?”

The guy fumbles, pulls one out of his pocket and hands it over just before the doors close.

So now we're looking at the guy. And he explains that the person on the platform is his ex, who has custody for the week. The handoff was part of the separation agreement.

We nod sympathetically.

So I ask him how h e thinks Peanut is handling the breakup.

“Oh, he's fine. He gets a lot of love.”

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