It’s Saturday night and the sun is making a beeline to the western hills. We foot it to Matador to join the rowdy crowd sloshing down margaritas while watching the San Antonio Spurs and Oklahoma City Thunder go into overtime in the play offs.
It’s one of those warm early summer evenings and all of Portland is out-and-about. We’re lucky to get the one unoccupied table on an otherwise packed sidewalk.
Over the noise of the crowd and crunch of the best taco chips in the city, we begin to hear an eerie growling sound. Upon investigation, it turns out to be nothing more ominous than metal scraping repeatedly against concrete. And I do mean repeatedly.
The perpetrator? Tuna. A frisky English bulldog entertaining himself by dragging, pushing, carrying, and throwing an empty water dish up and down the sidewalk. His human sits nonchalant, noshing and chatting with a friend.
I empty my water glass into Tuna’s dish. He drinks it without acknowledging my existence, then picks up the empty dish with his teeth and heaves it across the sidewalk.
If Tuna could talk, he would say: “Buzz off, can’t you see I’m busy?”
Neighborhood: Nob Hill, NW 23rd
Breed: English bulldog
Age: Forever young
Personality: Focused, self-possessed, self-motivated, goal-oriented, determined, confident, easily amused, not easily impressed
It’s a Dog’s Life in Portland Oregon (inspiration from local sites and blogs)