Piece description from the artist
"I’m a city dog. My world is asphalt. People pick up MY poop. Its the law. Nice, right? I’m usually in a hurry. But not on this early fall evening, The last of the sun winks between the sky-scrapers surrounding the park. Its just about bedtime for the kids and the last of the ice cream trucks has packed up and rolled away. The street still echos with the wail of the poor kid who dropped this cone. There’s no three-second rule out here if you know what I mean. Who knows what’s been on that sidewalk. Once it hits pavement it’s gone to the human world. To me that is a beautiful thing but I feel her pain. Really I do. Slurp, slup, burp. Excuse me!"