No Dog but Dog
OUTER LIMITS: With a cinnamon-colored pit bull charging at me, I found myself contemplating sudden doubts about the wisdom of my unannounced visit. It was approaching 7:30 last Tuesday morning; the light crackled with all the stunning clarity that follows a long, hard rain; and I was checking out the Plaza Inn by State and La Cumbre, a flea-bag flop-house for those who’ve run out of luck to be down on. Although I’ve known many a sweet pit bull, I still regard the breed as the canine equivalent of a drive-by shooting.