We got into Portland Saturday evening and met our pal Rob at the weird/run down/honestly kinda scary house he is subletting a room in. It was being guarded by this cat which didn't seem all that friendly. We had dinner at Ned Ludd around the corner, but we didn't eat any sandwiches there. Not that it mattered, because the food was not very good for how much it cost to eat there. Whatever.
This little fellow lives at the house where we crashed during our trip. She noticed me eating a piece of bread and got curious. Then she took a bite. Then, seconds after this photo was taken, she clawed me and stole it! I tell you there was something satanic about this cat. Did I mention it uses the toilet? Like, the human toilet? IT USES THE TOILET. UNNATURAL.
3535 N Vancouver Ave, Portland, OR
What, was that a really boring description of a sandwich? How about another crazy-ass Portland animal then? This guy is named Dude, and he is a shy and sweet rescue dog, at least until anyone lights a fire or starts smoking around him. For some reason Dude loves smoke and spent almost this entire time we were at this backyard BBQ jumping up in the air and biting at the smoke. Portland animals are weird.