As luck would have it, for the second time in as many days, we ran in to Chester's Rottie pal, Gracie while walking down the street. After a few minutes of romping on the street corner, we set out on nearly the exact same walking route as we had done the previous day. You may think that this might be a monotonous activity for the Che, but rest assured, there was very little monotony this day. Gracie, who is still without a permanent and loving home, has proven herself a worthy companion for Chester and is frequently the initiator of a calorie burning romp.
But being a cerebral dog, with a knack for distinguishing the difference between graffiti and street art, Chester was more interested in seeking out urban decorations. The above artistry (both black dogs and yellow pant wearing female excluded), he determined, was merely graffiti, with minimal aesthetic appeal. Is was however, worthy of being peed upon-- I think that counts for something.