Dusty

Our first vision of Dusty was of him gallantly staring down a puny ratdog and tolerating a hoard of pedestrians.  We thought immediately that he must be a weathered and street savvy fellow.  True to our expectations, Dusty wasn't at all scared by our petting or even the accidental camera flash in his eyes.  Like the street urchin that he was, he had a fine dusty patina and what appeared to be only 2/3 of a tail.  He was collarless, grimy, and maybe a bit flea ridden.  But we let him be, because he seemed to have a full belly and high spirits.