Do you ever feel like you're in the sequel to that animated movie all dogs go to heaven? You know that one where all the dogs are running around all happy and yippy with each other; where they get to do what ever they want because there are no leashes or rules; get to go where all the humans get to go like offices, grocery stores, and restaurants; where they can jump up with muddy paws on anyone they meet in the street; lick whomever's face they want; eat anyone's picnic they deem theirs; and where the whole world is their toilet? I feel like I'm in that movie sometimes, that Portland is that heaven, and all the dogs have come here.
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