Now Edgar is getting impatient. I heard Edgar wuff to his date," Hey Sweetie, have you not finished paying yet. Let's go already. You promised to take me to Nolita to get a new collar for the winter and it is after 4.30pm, the shops close soon. Hurry."

Ok so maybe DDates whine too.

Even guys can go on Doggy Dates! Don't despair blokes. You too could lead a far more satisfying, less stressful, dating life by simply sticking to dogs.

Here I am at Franks in the East Village for brunch on a hot October Sunday afternoon and an issue comes up on a D Date , who pays? If a cute dog asks you out for brunch, would you not presume that your DDate is hosting the lunch. Yet here is evidence that these D Dates although perfect in so many ways often do not quite have the ready cash to pick up the tab for lunch. Although this cool Franks hunky diner is obviously paying for lunch he looks happy and proud to be on a D Date and not in the slightest bothered by having to cough up. He is obviously a very liberated guy. The way Edgar, as I learned was his name, the bulldog, stares into space in the opposite direction of the bill is his clear and polite way of saying , "This one is on you , baby. I am busy people watching all the East Village freaks."

You can see all the other diners look quite envious that are simply eating with family and friends and not on an It Date with a sexy doggy. One thing is clear when you are on a D DAte you do get a lot of attention from the public.

She laughs at one her D Date's witty comments. Here they are sharing an intimate moment, captured by your SP.

Now this lady on the other hand is more bold. Photographed near Paragon Sports on 18th Street and 5th Avenue, she is obviously on hot D Date. How can you tell? Well, she is wearing white to match the color of her doggy date. She looks down at him adoringly.

She wears a red and white coat, her D Date has a red matching lead. It is these small clues and details that tell you that D Dating is growing big in NYC.

I think she looks like she is having a better time with her Doggy Date.

This lady has not yet gone the whole way with a Doggy Date but is very close to it. She is a gal who likes options. Option 1- this cute little dog on her lap. Option 2 - this fascinating chap.

Therefore, she warms up to the D Date idea by going on an actual date but taking her Doggy Date with her too in case the real date is totally duff, she has a back up so either way she will not go home alone.

Smart. That is what you call forward thinking.

TV Star Dog, you look so sad, your eyes tell a tale that is woeful to behold.

We know your love for Sarah is sincere, so does your TV Audience, it is just the public that can not quite get it.

They will, stay strong. Go play with your ball in the park. Think about something else. Your lunch is as good a place as any to start.

"Wuff, wuff. Sarah took me to Rosa Mexicana for lunch and the guac was scrumptious. We got a table straight away as people recognized me from my poster." TV Star Dog said to me, licking his chops.

"There how many dogs can say they have been to Rosa Mexicana and have their own make up lady and their own RV trailer home for all their Doggy Couture outfits, just you. Now let's see a Doggy TV Star smile. You are going where for dinner? "

"Smith and Wolensky for a big T Bone. Just me and Sarah so we can catch up. It will be wuffderful." A hint of a doggy smile alighting his sweet face.

You see Monty Python was right as John Cleese and the gang sang in The Life of Brian, " Always look on the Bright Side of Life."

I was walking down 5th Avenue around 20th Street today and I noticed the strangest thing.

A whole new comedy show about a lady who is obviously having a heavy duty love relationship with a dog. You see I knew this D Date ( as opposed to JDate, where you can meet Jewish dates) thing would take off but I really did not realize that after I legitimized the whole thing by writing about it in my blog and now it is no longer taboo anymore, Comedy Central would move in so fast to make a whole TV Show about Doggy Love.

It is kind of cute as the TV Star Dog wears a special "Sarah" jacket proclaiming his love for his gal for the whole world to see, sort of the way a man might tattoo his arm with his special lady's name or initials. She looks glum and fed up, sitting on her swing waiting for her life to improve by magic. Perhaps she is fed up that no one really understands why she can only have a romantic relationship with a dog when by the last count there are still plenty men around on the planet, even if many of them are nerds, geeks, bores, has beens, wimps, loosers, airheads, alkies, druggies, self obessed, pitiful and painfully dull, in fact most are a complete waste of space .

( That she knows, not that I know, because I do know a few cool guys who are totally awesome, well I know one, did know one, actually he left town. Sarah, any room on that swing? I confess to be a little glum myself right now but that is another story. Ah men. )

Sarah, you are not the only one who loves a dog, a very nice lady in Chelsea restaurant, see Monday's post, is doing the same thing as you, so cheer up. I can tell you the restaurant where they let the dog dates sit at the table with you so you don't have to crouch down to hear what your date is wuffing / saying to you and scuff your pants. The food is decent too. Don't despair, Sarah.

I mean look at that profile, the posture, the dignity, the poise, the air of command, well I could go on and on.

How can you go wrong?

Apparantly so as this doggy let slip that he has been making such great sales that now he is running the whole store and the owner fired everyone else.

It seems that dogs are not only Man's Best Friend, they have huge potential to double or even quadruple a stores revenue so they can be a valuable business partner as well as a dating partner.

Who knew? Maybe I have been barking up a tree for years searching for Mr Right when I should have been looking closer to the ground for Mr Four Legged Paws instead. I hate to be the last one to know about a hot new phenomena, I had better get in on this dog business / relationship partner thing quickly I thought to myself or all the good dogs will be snatched up.....

Anyway, pondering the fact that maybe Doggy Rights might be the next big issue for us all, I was walking down St Marks and I decided I may as well buy a pair of fishnet tights as one never knows it may finally get cold next month.

I picked out two great pairs and I made to pay but there was nobody serving in the store at all. How odd, I thought.

Then all of a sudden this little dog appeared from behind the studded belts 25% off box and wuffed at me most kindly,

"Can I help you mam? Would you like to purchse those two articles of hosiery, I think they will look very fetching on you and it is an excellent idea as they are on sale, $5 off if you buy two pairs. $23 please, just pop it in the till. Wuff, thanks."

I was so stunned. Who is training these dogs?Their sales talk is a little wooden and they are a bit pushy but who can say no when a dog serves you. Would he have bit me if I changed my mind? Did this dog take a perfectly able New Yorkers job? Now I am sounding Racist I mean Doggist, gosh it is all a little confusing.

They look very happy to me, what do you think? Will it last? I noticed she was the only one eating, I wonder if they refused to serve Dario at the table?

Gosh maybe doggy rights will be the new It Cause. I think people need a new thing to think about, all this green green green everything can get a bit much. Yes it is October and it is 85 degrees, in Scotland that would be considered a good thing. My whole life I prayed for global warming but it never made it to Scotland and we spent every summer freezing in wooly sweaters praying for global warming but instead all we got was constant downpours. You folks don't realize how lucky you are.

I know, I promised back in August no dogs anymore. I tried, I did, to keep them out the blog. But.....

I was getting complaints by my SP non dog lover followers, who seem to getting overwhelmed and quite distressed by the whole notion that it is not giant ants, Islamic terrorists or global warming that will destroy our world - in fact it is the dogs - who have taken over New York City and are ruling the town and now insist on having their own seat in Chelsea restaurants.

I kid you not. This lady told me she was on a D Date, when I met her.

"What's that?" I enquired politely.

"It is the great new Doggy Date website, have you not seen it. The dogs are so cute and they are way better company than most of the single chumps, I mean chaps, I have been out with recently. This is my date for tonight. He goes by Dashing Dario on his profile. He picked the restaurant and we have had a lot of fun together. The waitress tried to make a fuss when we came in but after Dario tipped her $50 which was hiding in his collar for that very purpose, she really was very nice about it. It just takes a bit of getting used to, that is all. I mean no one blinks an eye any more when they see gay, lesbian, black and white couples, etc so I guess soon everyone will get used to the fact that inter canine/human couples are here to stay. Look,I am happy so what can people say?"

"But I thought it was your first date? Already you are so sure about Dario?" , I asked her.

"He is the first date that listened to everything I said without answering back or making some lowbrow snide comment, he simply wuffs which I take to mean, fascinating tell me more. Also he is so cuddly I can't wait to take him home. He didn't even ask for my number he said he will just follow me home every night so he doesn't need it. It is just easier with Dario."

Oh Mam, I thought to myself, good luck to you. You really are brave. But she has a point, maybe it is easier to have Doggy Dates these days with the scarcity of quality single guys around, we ladies are reduced to desperate measures it seems.

See Ya! Enjoy what is left of August and if you are looking for some real hot sun after Hurricane Dean, you can always follow the SP to her beloved Burning Man Festival out in the Nevada desert.

They already told me there are no dogs, no kittens, no snakes out there and I am totally safe, phew. Thank Goodness. Wow, I need a holiday away from Carmel and his four legged friends. And don't even think about sneaking into my RV , Carmel.

Another great weekend but it is that dreaded hour on a Sunday night which means the three hour commute home to New York on the dreaded chokka LIE (Long Island Expressway) is right around the corner. Thankfully my little Scottish Princess Mobile knows the way home all by herself, just like Herbie. I love the way those nav things you get in new vintage porsche cars these days actually drive for you if you get lost or fall asleep, wonderful invention.

That means snakes are out too so do not even think of trying to get a spot on the blog, Miss Cassandra with the amazing bikini top and python snake. Animals are herewith banned.

"Hey, why do all the dogs have so much fun, just cos I live in Brooklyn and I am a cute kitten not an ugly old fleabitten dog, you think you can miss me out, I am not part of the Hamptons doggy theme or scene, so what. I hang out in the city at the weekend where the really cool folk are and avoid the Hamptons overcrowded restuarants and three hour commute on the LIE.

Look how nice and still I am for the photo, I have potential too you know. I am a star of the Cute Overload blog already so I should totally be in your crumby old blog that hardly anyone even reads anyway."

This animal thing is getting out of hand now. Time for a love story, a war scene, anything but dogs, cats and pigs.

"Sit, Sit. How can I take a good photo of you if you don't sit down nicely for me. oh, Never mind, this will have to do. Try and grab this bone from me, this is what dogs are supposed to eat, those of them who do not have fancy south of France diet ideas and pretensions that is.

I tell you SP readers these dogs do not always make the best blog stars. They just do not keep still for the photo, no matter what you tell them. Down, Down. Stop barking all the polo players are getting upset. This will teach me for letting you sneak in at the end. Who does this wild beast belong to, anybody?

"No I do not have any shrimp cocktail in my handbag, off you go.

You want to be on the blog too.

What makes you such a special Hamptons It Dog from all the throngs of them out there this weekend? Just because you got in to polo does not mean you are guaranteed a spot in my blog, I already did the polo part, now I am writing about the champagne party.

Oh, okay then. Pose nicely at least. Just so you realize, you have disrupted the whole flow and sequence of events you know, we did the polo. You don't care, charming.

Sit, smile. Cheese."

At the Veuve Clicquot party which followed the polo match, the dogs were really outdoing themselves muching on roasted figs with gorgonzola drizzled in balsamic vinegar and minature duck quesadillas.

None of the dogs seemed ready to leave when the party wrapped up at 8pm. In fact most of them were sprawled on the lawn, throwing up.

Not to be outdone by the dogs who seemed to be having a way better time than everyone else and partying much harder, I decided to pick it up a notch myself and drink a little champagne with the lovely Miss Laura, who is also quite fond of a little champagne, simply to catch up with those muts of course.

At this trendy art opening party in Easthampton I met this lovely dog, Lassie, who was enjoying herself considering which cool photograph her master should buy for her.

This is before the shrimp cocktail was served and Lassie was still chirpy and full of beans. Look how focused she is on the art, some people could really learn from this good example, you know who you are those of you who do not even look at the art but simply stand around shmoozing and guzzling free wine and crackers.

But some of the dogs were finding it a little hard to adjust to the hectic night life the Hamptons offers.

"Hey you are at a party Patchy you are supposed to be making friends not sulking in a corner. Don't be shy."

But Patchy was not falling for my charms, he did not feel so hot.

"I feel sick from all the shrimp cocktail leave me alone SP, go back to your shmoozing and flirting. Bleeaahhh...'" he choked.

Not another Saint Tropez diet victim, I thought. Who knew dogs were like sheep, following each other blindly.

Everywhere I went, even parties serving alcahol, were awash with dogs joining in the fun and looking cool.

Hi Carmel, wish you were here!

Oh, that was mean.