D.O.P.-T.

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On the way home from my housecleaning gig in San Jose yesterday, I passed the paved front yard fenced in like a cage where the ferocious-looking pitbull mix is kept. He hasn't been there the last few times I've passed by, but this time I saw him - together with 3 young white men standing on and around the stoop, trying very hard to look tough. I called to the dog, asking him whether he remembered me, and he came bounding over, making a silly grin and wagging his stump tremendously. They called him back, but it totally ruined the image.