GOOD DOG
Let us now praise odd-looking dogs—the homely ones, the mystery breeds, the kind that don’t quite make sense no matter how long you stare. Let’s praise dogs like Dexter, the mutt of my heart. Take a wiener dog’s length, add a pit bull’s muscles and a hound’s mournful mug, and top it all with an extravagant pair of ears stolen from the set of Gremlins: That’s getting close. But it still does not quite pin him down. Mystery swirls like the brindling of his coat. Dexter is not meant to make sense.
Walking a dog like this is a form of street theater, entertainment for walker and observer alike. He often makes people forget their manners, stop short, look down, and ask,? It isn’t meanness we looking at?
