A WOMAN in early middle age, her tallowy blond hair waving, walked by the Palm Court with her dog, which was yipping frantically. “Silence, Brutus,” she reproved the dog. “Show some respect or Mommy won’t bring you here ever again.”
The scolding did no immediate good. Brutus continued his yipping, though perhaps a little less frantically.
“Oh, Brutus,” the woman sighed. “You really test Mommy’s patience.”
The extent of the pet presence in the Plaza was not widely realized. On some days, however, one might be led to believe that the hotel was really a large pet shop, since there were so many animals wandering amid the chandeliers and mink coats. Most hotels frowned on the idea of pets staying in their rooms (the Pierre, however, also admitted ...