It was the Dog Days of Fall at 7th and Montana this morning as an Anonymous Dog Owner parked her pooch, a Chihuahua wearing a ski-vest, at my table while she ran inside to grab her coffee. "Mind if I leave my dog here with you fine people while I run inside for a bit?," she asked. Kerry (pictured above) was quick to chime-in. "No problem," she replied, reaching for the pampered pooch. I'd like to say it was our Animal Magnetism that led the woman to trust us with her dog, but then again, I guess her options were rather limited. Only three tables were occupied at the time and we were sandwiched between someone who resembled a cross between an Ax Murderer and a Cro-Magnon man and the Guru, the local loon who knows everything about everything except for one subject: Personal Hygiene.