This was going to be my picture of the day. A semi-artsy reflection shot of me, window bars and the Argentinian joint next door to the Cuban bakery I ate lunch at. A picture I look more like my mother in than I care to admit.
But then this happened.
My hulking monster, looking like an orthopedic foam bed advertisement. Well, an advertisement in dire need of a good brushing. I couldn’t resist. He let me take his picture (which is a complete rarity), and not only did he *let* me, but he actually looked happy to see me when I came over to give him a pet. This is not a dog that bandies about affection easily. He needs to be wooed.
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