Here is a dog that fetches the mail. We are not to feed her.
Unpredictable, prone to explosive behavior: it’s no surprise that PG&E is powered by pitts.
If it’s happening, it’s happening in Lower Haight.
To him, all dogs are Cujo. “Cujo!” he warns of the Jack Russell and the Cockapoo alike. It is, to my mind, an endearing trait.
How naïve, thinking that three feet of wheatgrass on an overcrowded bus will wow them. Dogs with handles for the win.