The day I discovered Times Square has everything (including the perfect donut)

Mom said we were going on an adventure. She didn't say the adventure would involve more humans than I've ever seen in one place.

Times Square is loud. Not just car loud or construction loud. People loud. Everyone talking at once and walking in different directions and stopping to look up at the big screens. I kept my nose down and followed Mom's feet. The sidewalk smelled like pretzels and something sweet and car exhaust and about seven hundred different pairs of shoes.

Then I saw the giant pink thing. It was taller than Mom. Taller than most humans. Pink and fuzzy with big eyes and wearing a red hat with gold patterns. A person in a red and blue suit was hugging it. The pink thing didn't move. I stared at it for a long time trying to figure out if it was alive.

"That's a costume, buddy," Mom said. But the person in the red suit was hugging it like it was real. I decided it was probably friendly.

We walked to 5th Avenue after that. More stores than I could count. More smells than I could track. But the best part was at the end. A place called I'm Donut. Mom read the name three times like she couldn't believe it either.

Inside smelled like sugar and flour and something called matcha. There were donuts everywhere. On the counter, behind glass, on trays. Some had green icing, some had pink icing with little red dots, some were covered in what looked like crushed cookies. One had a label that said "Taku-Zaku" which Mom tried to pronounce four different ways.

The person behind the counter let me sniff the box after Mom picked five different ones. Box smelled like heaven. Sweet and warm and perfect. I carried it for three blocks until my jaw got tired.

Back home, I got to try a tiny piece of the pink one. Strawberry, I think. Worth the whole crazy day.

Four paws out of five. One paw off because Times Square is very loud and I'm still thinking about that giant pink thing. Was it watching me back?