Arnie Whitehall vigorously kicked the door of the townhouse he shared with his partner, Jason Feldman.
“Jason! Jason! Damnit…Jason! I need your help!”
From inside, Arnie could hear Jason grumbling over the sound of the television. “For f**k sake, Arn, just open the damn door!”
Arnie kicked once more, harder this time. “Jason!”
The door swung open. Jason stood there for a moment, glowering at Arnie. Then his jaw dropped.
“Move!” Arnie commanded as he struggled to get past Jason with the load he was carrying.
Jason stepped aside. “What the f**k is that?”
“What does it look like? It’s a dog, genius! Help me get it inside and then get some towels. It’s soaking wet and freezing from this snowstorm.”
“Number one, our lease says no pets and two, I’m watching a Knicks’ game. Three, you kno
