You walk down Valencia and see a little french bulldog appear around the corner.
You follow her down 18th and end up at Dolores Park. You dodge around all of the
young 20-somethings day drinking and finally catch up to the dog.
She lies on her belly.
You take a selfie.
You have actually followed the dog embodiment of Medusa, and you made eye contact. You can no longer move..
You notice she is chewing on a pink sock and check it out.
Struck by whimsy, you being to think.