Saturday was all about dogs (and girls in black and white striped shirts). It started with my roommate waking me up with a pit bull bite puncture wound in her stomach. Then we had to protect Crystal's dog from a head butting toddler outside of the shoe store. On our way to get coffee, we found that guy up above. He had the most terrifying eyes I've ever seen in my life, and he didn't move an inch in that passenger seat. Lastly, there was the pit bull outside Blue Bottle which Amanda accurately described as requiring a permanent censor strip, if you know what I mean. And I don't even like dogs.
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