Nellie Breakthrough

This weekend I joined the lovely Schaeffer sisters on an excursion to East Hampton where I encountered the Club dog's alter-ego; let's call her Country Nellie. She practically drove the car herself from the train station to the Schaeffer compound, where she pranced, ran, rolled, and ate grass. I was told that she also eats ocean waves.

The aforementioned breakthrough came when I made eye-contact with Nellie AND SHE DID NOT TURN AWAY. My heart swelled. The next day, on the LIRR, as Country Nellie entered the transforming cocoon of her Sherpa bag, and with some mild encouragement from the Club portraitist, she very hesitantly LICKED MY HAND. At that moment, I thought I heard angels sing. And I don't think her affection had anything to do with the turkey I'd eaten for lunch.

I'd like to offer special recognition to Nellie today, and ask ourselves to take a cue from her. She is the kind of girl who always says where, when, and how much.