Tonight I took the metro to DuPont for dinner with a friend in town.  My friend is dog sitting for a fellow Wisconsinite who is out of town for a few days.  The Wisconsinite has a top floor apartment in DuPont, a swanky part of town.  Her top floor apartment has a loft with an outdoor patio.  I cannot imagine the cost, but I love visiting for dinner.  I noticed that the walking traffic in DuPont, downtown, was far heavier than in my quaint Capital Hill neighborhood.  My friend and I walked the dog to Logan Circle, and I chased the dog around the park.  The dog preferred to chew on the lease or meet other dogs.  
Having a dog downtown makes me feel like Paris Hilton - too much money to care about anything but my domestic pet.  Now I love animals; grew up on a hobby farm.  However, I wonder about the meaning of life walking my dog and eating organic vegetables.  When I cross town to my neighborhood, there are a few homeless people gathered around the 7-Eleven on my walk home.  Where is the balance between the dog walkers and the homeless who need a hot dog?  These are the urban living questions I hope to find a peace with in my own life - where do I fit?  In what scenario do the dog lovers and people living in poverty win?
 
 
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