Coincidentally at Saturday’s Hot Dog Death March, fellow LA Metblogger Jodi made mention to her husband Eric of the emergency bag o’ kibble I’m rarely without while biking to/from work or play.

I say “coincidentally” because it had been awhile since my last interaction with a stray on the streets, but sure enough this morning I came across this fine, friendly and handsome fella on Jefferson Boulevard just west of Hauser:

dawgz

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