I stopped at Anna Banana's on 21st for a ritual cup of tea this morning, and to my great and glorious surprise, this is what met me at the counter (could it sense my fear?):
Is that a dog? Or a whale with a sebaceous gland problem? He's/she's got enough blubber on him/her to keep Portland alive through the winter. It did seem to be quite a sweetheart though, and had an immensely bellowing howl that I'm sure could be heard for miles and miles. Fkin kewl if you ask me (once I realized it wasn't going to roll over and crush me or gnaw me legs off). I'm assuming its master has to carry around huge black garbage bags.
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