Less Junk on the Street, Less Junk in the Dog Trunk

Something Jeff and I have both noticed about our new home:

Less food litter.  A LOT less food litter.  Hoboken is the undisputed capital of dropped (or, more likely, hurled) half-eaten pizza slices, and our dog took full advantage.

Now, there are lots of nice restaurants in our new home--even an Argentinean cafe!

But in the three full days we've been here, we haven't seen a single pizza slice on the ground.

No wonder Faith looks very confused. These lovely streets, decorated with monuments from the Revolutionary War, paved with red brick, must appear positively bare to her.

But she's looking very svelte, too--so I'll take it.