The boss man’s dog was lazying around behind the bar when I arrived late Friday night. I didn’t notice him until I leaned into the bar, getting a little more distance than usual, on my tip toes. I didn’t what it was at first, blame it on the bad lighting. Before me lay this monster of a dog, gorgeous, orange- blonde, drooly, french mastiff. He came out from behind the bar later on in the night, as the place emptied, and gave love all around. He’s the kind of dog that doesn’t whore himself out for attention, but when you stop rubbing him, he starts wagging his tail, and turns to give you that pitiful, “why did you stop?” look. Needless to say, he had me hooked. Cali and I hung out for most of the night, and it was really nice to have that canine contact again. The kinda funky smell and feel left on your hands after you’ve played with them, I’m surprised I missed that as much as I do. Cali was just what I needed, and I must say that I do hope to own a dog that large and docile some day. 
Kathryn
