Dogs 174-176

The tree and the telephone pole there make a set of goalposts to me, and in between them we have the world's most reluctant goaltender. If something were to make it past this guy, it wouldn't be because he didn't have the skill, that's for sure.


He's hunched over like that because he just saw somebody do something really painful to himself completely by accident. "Ooh, dayum. That'll leave a mark."


The most alert dog in the Mission has either just spotted Bigfoot walking out of a shop carrying his dry cleaning and a sixpack of hefeweizen, or the next-best thing. The tail tells me everything I need to know.